Charlie is starting to look a little rough around the edges with his longish fur. But I don’t even know if his groomer is taking appointments. Guess I could call her.
This expression on his face reminds me of an expression Abi used to make. Oh, how I still miss my Abi girl. Next month will be two years since her death.
It has been cold all weekend. I hope today it warms up. Since we haven’t been able to get out and about, going out on the patio is even more important.
I covered the plants I’d planted, the veggies and herbs, with buckets the last two nights. Then I called Kendra, my oldest, and told her to get hers covered, as she has more planted already than I do.
This is why I typically don’t really get to planting in a big way until April 15.
Ivy even likes her cat cave in her chair. Sometimes I look at her in her cat cave and think how wonderful it would be to just go into one of those and hunker down until this pandemic is over. She looks mighty cozy.
My older daughter, who came and brought food to me yesterday, noticed that if Ivy was much bigger, she probably wouldn’t fit inside. I imagine being so snug in there makes her feel even safer.
I haven’t seen my younger daughter, Kasi, in weeks. She and her husband are now both working from home.
House plants become even more important at a time like this. Besides purifying the air indoors, for me they are uplifting to gaze at and tend to. I love to look at and study the design in the leaves.
I don’t know what I’d do all cooped up without my beloved pets and my house plants.
When I showed how my shaved head now looks yesterday, there was a comment about Emma Gonzalez.
Emma Gonzalez is such a fine brave young woman, a lucky survivor of the Parkland shooting in Florida. Who could forget any of the students from Parkland High School and the shooting there that killed 17 people a few short years ago?
I still clearly recall the moment on TV when she emotionally yet stoically could not contain her emotions any longer. I think I cried right along with her as I sat watching.
What I could never understand was why these students were vilified by some. That they became activists due to their experience and trauma, who could blame them? Some people cope with tragedy and trauma by turning inward. Others do just the opposite.
I don’t want to say more because someone out there will inevitably find a way to twist my words and say I’m being political. One person whose name I don’t recall went so far as to leave me a comment weeks ago that simply said: “No politics, no religion.”
I found that pretty brazen. I would never dream of telling anyone what they could write about on their own blog.
Why feel so threatened? I will never understand it. This is America and everyone has the right to their own beliefs.
I saw someone say on social media that at least we don’t have to worry about school shootings right now, because kids are not in school due to the pandemic.
I guess the way to stop school shootings is to close down all the schools. What a sad commentary on life today for the most innocent of all. The children.