Hey folks, welcome to the new whine/general topic thread. Feel free to use this thread to discuss anything that is on your mind. Caregiving- related stuff, life after a loved one's death, your own emotional wellbeing. Whatever..........anything on your mind.
So that's my whine moment for today (Sorry if I posted this twice, the website is acting silly today and not posting stuff right away)
"He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn't come at all.
When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.
Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn't drag.
He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me.
He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn't read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.
He set the house on fire
But the story's long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.
On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.
He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.
But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.
We are early-to-bedders at our house--
I guess I'm the first to retire.
And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.
He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I'd give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I'd fish it out with a smile.
And before very long
He'd tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.
And there were nights when I'd feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us,
And I'd pat his head.
And there were nights when I'd feel this stare
And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I'd feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.
He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he'd be glad to have me near.
And now he's dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.
And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he's not there.
Oh, how I wish that wasn't so,
I'll always love a dog named Beau.
The day I consider myself prim and proper is the same day Trump admits he's wrong........about anything.
Nice thought though Send. ;)
Taking a loooong time.
you and google too!
Enter "define primped", and guess what pops up?
Did you mean: define pimped?
But Gershun said it correctly, all prim and proper-like.
I've been searching for a Church to go to and think when and if I find one I'll err on the side of black pants and a nice top till I see which way the tide flows.
I wish I could find someone to go with. The thought of going by myself intimidates me a bit.
I could have waited but there are a few small patches of native grass. The native grass grows twice as fast and these tall shoots pop up.
We had a surprise thunderstorm yesterday. Not a minute too soon. Pastures grasses were getting dry and crunchy.
August is normally out hottest month.
Charles was always wearing a tie and a suit...many years ago, also a robe (not sure). Andy is a blue jeans, no tie type pastor.
The day Charles spoke at Andy's church, each of them made a small concession in their dress.
From the story:
[When his father arrived at North Point, Andy stepped onto the stage to introduce him. He, (Andy) wore a sober, dark suit coat over jeans.
"When people tell me that they enjoy my preaching, I always have the same answer: 'You know what, I got it all from God and my dad, in that order," he said.
Andy smiled and looked at his dad seated in the audience.
"I'm extraordinarily blessed, extraordinarily grateful, and I'm thrilled Dad that you are here to talk to us and lead us through communion."
North Point's staff clapped as Charles walked up to the stage. He wore a suit coat, but no tie.]
To my knowledge, neither Pastor has conceded the word of God.
From across the room, one could see wayyy tooo much as he held his legs crossed.
Rather than "criticize" a pastor, I never went back.
Now I wear pants and a comfortable top,whatever I want,since nobody seems to want to wear lacy dresses and hats anymore and that's fine with me.
Today,I skipped church though and caught alittle Dr.Charles Stanley on tv instead,in my pajama pants.
I will be in and out this afternoon.
I am inside cooling off. Just finished mowing the lawn.
Someone tell me it’s cool somewhere...🥵
I also am not going to church.
Myself, I am not a good conversationalist, more like a post and run.
But I will come back.
I also know a few people on here not going to church today.
A few pastors I know of wear blue jeans to church. I know that is not what you are wearing. What is the summer fashion in Canada anyway? Is it more formal than blue jeans?
There are also very serious topics.
I'm all dressed and ready for church but I just don't want to go, it's a holiday weekend and that means nobody will be there except the Very Faithful and I sure not one of those. It is that time of year when we are noticeably teetering on the pinnacle of summer before beginning the headlong rush into fall - the wheat is harvested, the crickets are out, the earliest garden crops are finished and the rest are swiftly ripening. sigh
Do you all have a 72 hour law in your city?
Hubby will be able to park in the driveway all week since I am off to help my parents. Told my mom I was coming up for a visit and she’s putting me right to work! Needs things thrown out and furniture moved. Yay for getting rid of crap but boo for moving furniture. I don’t know why my mom keeps buying new furniture and replacing the flooring at her age, with 2 indoor dogs and 2 indoor cats but it keeps her happy so it is what is it. I would rather she sell the house and come back down here where she can breathe and has a better quality of life.
Overall, I'm pretty happy with the company, as they are pretty good about picking up most items, but I do wish we still had twice a week pickup like we used to have when we first moved here. It would be nice to have a choice of companies here too so we could compare prices and services. Ours is selected and voted on by the city and we pay for water and trash services on the same bill.
Here in my area, out in the suburbs, our bill is close to $100 every 3 months for twice a week trash pickup... once a week landscaping debris .... and once a week recycling.
I can use whatever trash service company I want. The company will supply wheel bins but I use an old Rubber Maid trash barrel that is easier to manage and to store in the garage. That barrel must be 30 years old and still going strong. I do have a couple of recycling bins.
Sometimes another company will pick up my trash in error... so sig other quickly looks around for more stuff to put out [we are downsizing "stuff"] for when the company we pay comes around later in the day :)
We can pretty much put out anything with reason and it will be picked up. This week an old very sturdy but growing moss lawn chair went on its merry way. We never sit out on the back deck anyway.
At Christmas time, sig other tries to catch the regular trash driver and gives him a monetary tip.
I like the trash service we have, the trucks and pick-ups are fairly quiet, as a long metal arm comes out from the truck to pick up the wheel bins, shakes out whatever is in that bin, then place them back. The metal arm can even close the lids. The other companies sound like a rolling thunder storm coming through :P
My state use to be big on recycling, but not so much anymore. We do have where we turn in our pop cans and plastic pop bottles in for cash.
Like Isthisrealyreal, here you don't have to have garbage sevices. Although, I wish they did. I have a neighbor who keeps his garbage in his garage then he gets mad because my cat goes over to his house to mouse hunt. I did tell him I should charge him for every time my cat catches a mouse because that is one less mouse that could end up in his house. I won't tell you what he told me I could do with my cat! Good figure!
Isthisrealyreal, you trash company chargers 40 a month that is high. We pay around 60 every 3 months. Wow!!