The street was empty save for one lone woman and her dog as they set out to begin their walk. Hopefully they would come across nothing foul nor deadly.
image: Mom and Sissy, from martha0stout’s phone
Especially not a patch of ice where no one would see them tumble over like a pair of lonely dominoes! With the way the snow was coming down it was unlikely that anyone would be able to find them in time unless the faithful companion left her mistress in the cold and ice weather to seek out aid.
The dog would never leave her human behind, so it was with gratefulness that both returned home safely once the daily jaunt was complete.
This is a quick response to the Eclectic Corner #7: Street Life. I hope that this was enjoyable!
image: Cotton, from martha0stout’s phone
She stared at me without comprehension, not certain of what I was doing. My sister held her tightly to her chest, careful of her face and worried that we were frightening the poor dear.
I had other thoughts on my mind such as, I really hope that Cotton continues to suffer us to clean the mud out from between her little toes with more patience than she usually shows when near a sink full of water. She seems annoyed that dipping her paws into the water to work the thick mud out before we can use a rag to get out the rest is necessary.
But she suffered it without clawing our faces off and there were plenty of opportunities to do so.
Watching movies from the ’80s is always an…experience. Yes, that is the word experience.
My mom likes to watch old movies, black and white and old ’50s movies and…anything before the ’90s really. Lately anyway.
Some of them are horrible romantic movies with a lot of action and gore at the same time.
And then there’s Old Yeller.
You never quite forget a movie like Old Yeller. (sniffles) Just finishing watching it with the kids, though the youngest wandered off during most of the movie and only really saw the very beginning and the end when the father comes back from the cattle drive. Lucky kid.
Maybe not even a thing you want to forget… Saying it’s one thing, doing it’s another.
-Papa, from “Old Yeller”
It’s a very sad movie, but at the same time, it has a hopeful ending.
Sabrina was also really good to watch. My mom loves any and every movie with Audrey Hepburn in it. That was one classy woman, both in movies and out of them.
His breath shuddered out of him, turning white in the late winter air. He hurt, why did he hurt?
“Why do I hurt?”
His voice sounded breathless and he wondered why. He could actually see his breath because of the temperature. Which led him to another question
“Why aren’t I cold?”
He should be cold because the temperature is low enough that he can see the water in his breath crystallizing. He was not the kind of person who ‘ran warm’ as his mother used to put it. He was always cold even in the middle of summer when it was pushing 99 degrees Fahrenheit.
He gave up on trying to figure out just why he wasn’t cold and closed his eyes instead.
Today I am grateful for oatmeal cookies. They are just so delicious!
(And sometimes even have nutritional value.)
They have been one of my favorite cookies for my entire life.
Check out the original Thankful Thursday. (I will update this link…eventually.)
EDIT: Link has been updated as of March 14, 2015.