Spare a few minutes to view this delightful story posted by Bridget, The happy Quitter. Smiles guaranteed, oohs and aahs are optional!
Animals never fail to surprise me. I work in animal rescue for many years, and always when I think I have seen it all, along comes a story that touches my heart and makes me smile for days.
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This letter could apply to so many countries, legislative bodies, ruling parties, and politicians. Just change the titles accordingly – but don’t forget that there are also many dedicated, honest, hardworking people in both local, and national, politics who deserve our sincere thanks and praise.
09 April 2018
Dear Member of Congress,
I am told that you have concerns about your upcoming performance review on November 6th, as well you should. Your employers, I and many others, are very displeased with your job performance and frankly, I am already seeking your replacement in the event you do not turn things around very quickly. It appears the problem lies with the fact that you have forgotten to whom you owe your allegiance. It was I and my fellow citizens who hired you, and it is to us whom you have a responsibility … all of us, not just some.
First, allow me to make one thing perfectly clear: Donald J. Trump is not your employer! He may have given you to believe that he is, but he is not. He is merely another employee of the organization that is run by We The People…
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Nothing is more certain, in life, than death!
We may live in separate places:
When we die, we share our spaces.
In the ground, or burnt to dust:
Share we will, and die
We must
Having trouble sleeping?
You could do a lot worse than popping along to Kat Myrman’s place and reading a few of her magnificent tales (and they’re not just lamb’s tails!)
Now I know you like countin’ on the likes of me, but I gotta warn ya’
If I was countin’ on me I would never be able to sleep at night ’cause I’m a follower, I tell ya’; can’t think fer m’self and I’m liable to lead ya’ somewheres ya’ might not want to go…if ya’ foller what I’m sayin’.
But if it’s nightmares yer lookin’ fer, then I’m yer sheep; jus’ don’t say I didn’t warn ya’.
~kat
A Three Line Tale prompted by the photo above by Sam Carter via Unsplash. Thanks Sonya for hosting!
John McGuiggan, on his site Broadsides, writes brilliantly on all sorts of matters. History, reviews, interesting tales about life in general, and his life in particular. Born into a military family, serving in the army, then transforming into a union organiser, he then somehow ended up as a barrister. He has tales to tell, funny ones, sad ones, reflective ones, but always interesting ones. Do read, and enjoy!
The Pencil portrait of Private Christopher Coleman, from Cobh, County Cork, made by his wife.
The first week of September 1916 and the 16th Irish Division are engaged in the bloody advance across theSomme. At the village of Guillemont , men of the 7th Leinster Regiment manage to pass through the shattered village and secure and hold enemy trenches on the far side, but at terrible cost, losing some fifty percent of the soldiers engaged in the advance. But in the bizarre ethics of war, it was a victory
Following the ‘victorious’ advance, non-combatant labour battalions are sent into the killing fields to clear up the mess left by the fighting soldiers. They clear away abandoned trenching tools, wire cutters, discarded equipment and bits and pieces of dead soldiers. It is gruesome and arduous work.
Among their number is an Englishman, Private George Wiles of the Royal Engineers. As…
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More wise words from Owen (the Beleaguered Servant)
via It’s Always Them
An interesting, and informative article from Daniel Rattner, via Bridget, The happy Quitter. If you head back to Daniel’s original post there are some interesting pictures of Ilya.
I often babysit the neighbor’s kids or they babysit me -however you want to look at it and there is a lot I learned from watching babies, toddlers and yes, even teenagers.
I wondered if I am the only one who looks at it that way. Does not being a parent make me more of a pushover or perhaps more observant?
Yesterday, I found by accident an article that made me feel good and of course, I have to share my finding with all of you. Here you go:
To start, I’m not a parent. I opted into a commune-style Brooklyn home I found on Craigslist, and I live with a young couple and their two-year-old, Ilya.
I’ve now been living there for one year and I can confidently say it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Because in my time living with a kid, I’ve come to…
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Fellas, If your wife is a gun gal take heed!
Ladies, hearty laughs are allowed!
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A perfect description of why photography is so important to us. Not a selfie in sight, just a beautiful cross section of John’s life, and reason for being!
My interest in photography started with my first trip across the country. So much was new, so many places and sights I had never seen but for pictures. It was then that I started to understand the power of a photograph. I think back to reading National Geographic as a child and dreaming of all the places I could go, drawn in to the story with the images captured by those who had actually been there. The imagination of a child is a blessing we should nurture in youth, and desperately try to hold on to as adults for it brings forth a passion for all things simple and pure.
Something as simple as sitting in a diner that you have been to many times gives a feeling of comfort, a harmony with your past reflected on the page in color. Each pixel a small part of what your existence…
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Having found a few posts today that I thought I would share, perhaps today is just a day that I am open to being impressed; but impressed I am, not just by this poem, but by a lot of Owen’s work. See what you think, and, maybe, you may wish to read more of his fine work.
find a place you are,
be there when you can,
share it, as you’re able.
find a way to span
all the times between,
when you miss the zest —
making your way back
to that place
of rest
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