I live in Pennsylvania we don’t go to the beach we go to the shore. Eight of us for the past couple years have rented a beach house and we always have a great time!!
This year we swam with a shark!!! Literally a sand bar shark (at least that’s the assumption of my fellow sun bathers)was a couple of feet away from two of my friends!!! At about four feet it got the adrenaline flowing for sure!!! The life guards didn’t believe them till another man told them it definitely was a shark with that the whistles blew and the water was cleared of the swimmers (in what appeared to be a record breaking time)And as if a sporting event was taking place people lined the beach – jockeying for the best view at the waters edge looking for the the fish that caused an increase of heartbeats and people to run out of the water faster then they have for a very long time . Until the water safety crew blew their whistles again and allowed all to go back in the water. Once in the clear water the shadow of a fellow swimmer the touch of a sea shell or bumping into another jumpy swimmer caused a lot of people to give up on swimming and instead built sand castles and walked the boardwalk.
Funny thing people actually suggested that they should be eradicated for the safety of all who enjoy a swim in the ocean – we invade their homes. We have decimated the sea with trash and polluted it with oil and other chemicals We are the true threat in the water not the shark. The lack of respect concern for the fish mammals and our Mother Earth have (as I see it) caused humans to think they are the brightest most powerful being – but – when have you ever seen one human swimming without touching hurting or threatening another to have an ocean cleared?!?
“Knowing” that you’ve been told your loved is beyond different than being loved. Loose tongues and those who need to be in the popular group spit lies 1/2 truths and never ask you if what is being said is true.
So short and sweet be true to yourselves –
Don’t go back to “old” post
And truly watson you SUCK for
Pretending to be
Confidant. YOU SUCK. You don’t nor ever will know the reason behind true friendship. You pretend you lie – calling me the ass when you’ve broken our friendship by spilling secrets. So keep it up it makes you feel
Better bigger person. Crush me. I’ve kept the post with me and your sister in law then You think wiser so that you are the perfect person remove her name and just punch me because your gutless. I will forever be strong you depend on pushing people into nonsense so your sense makes perfect sense. I wait And never will receive return phone calls
You lie. Be
I as people know am a widow. I became a member of this awful club on 2/7/10 after my husband of 30 years died of multiple system failure after getting the flu and being on the biological drug called Enbrel. His death was sudden harsh and threw me into a panic I couldn’t explain if I tried – that’s a face to face conversation (if you’re brave enough).
Years passed my friends left my family talks About me and man chose to be brave enough to take me on. Yeah Todd!!!!
Fast forward to 1/26/18 we have been looking for a dog to adopt. (Have you ever tried? Think I could get a child quicker 😂). From about last spring. We had thought we would take my daughters dog because at times it wasn’t a perfect fit. But on January 26 I was remembering sad and morning Dale – you see it was our 38th Anniversary. Opening my emails just to see what I needed to do I seen “you’ve been matched with a dog click to see ” so dutifully I clicked. This little low rider dog who was a stray needed a home. His name was Dale B well guess who needed him??? ME!!!!
I’m approved!!! He’s coming from Alabama to Pennsylvania on 2/17/18.
I teased you – it’s a beginning. Never had a short haired dog – my present dog will hate it for a bit and it’s proven to me that those we love and lose look after us cradle our hearts and send us signs. In my case Dale Byers sent me Dale B on a day of past memories to make me remember that future memories are possible
Thanks Dale Byers for still loving me and sending me gifts
Summers end was In September but it hangs on bravely here on October 9,2017. My flowers have wilted and been pulled by the roots from their place of honor as have the veggies that I already look forward to having next year.
The end to me become quickly the beginning!! It’s the beginning of looking forward to growing beautiful roses peppers marigolds and tomatoes. It’s the thoughts of how and where next year they will be planted to grow better.
The thought of buying less than perfect vegetables and over priced flower bouquets becomes I can’t wait till I can go out to the garden and grab my sometimes imperfect Lillie’s or potatoes and enjoy the fruits of my labors.
So the end makes a perfect beginning to me
Everyone has a view on everything going on in the world. They are sometimes driven by religion political views or by experience.
I have them too. I’m called a “liberal” because I try to live by the motto “live and let live”. Doesn’t mean I’m right but I surly can’t be wrong all the time – I stand for what I believe in and love a lively debate. That’s the problem.
I think our society has gone from let’s talk about it to let’s attack each other. This boggles my mind. How can you ever have someone respect your opinion when people at times feel as if the only way to do this is through harsh demeaning criticism?
Calling someone stupid uneducated or even worse tends to make people think that it’s not worth their time to listen and take into consideration your side of a story. I’ve heard people say the unkindest things to people who are important to them. I get heated exchanges but getting a point across isn’t accomplished by cruel words.
So yep there are a million people who agree with each other – a million who can’t – I’m the million and one who can see both sides with keeping my opinion the same. That’s good enough for me. I’ve evolved changing or have “tweaked ” my thoughts as I age but I truly think the world would be boring as hell if we all agreed. I wish we could do it in a civil way.