Cracks Can Be Beautiful

“Families and old friendships will fracture.” —from Must Be This Tall To Ride

Pouring liquid gold into cracks to make the cracks beautiful and keep the functionality of the piece.

Before I know it’s come to pass
Reality closing in
Even as I let loose a gasp
All my moments lost
Kindling them with gold to shine

 

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Swirling Mornings

Have you ever had a moment
When nothing went quite right?
Everything was blurry
Trying to stay in sight
But nothing came to focus
Nothing stayed so quiet
All the colors twirled around
I don’t recommend you try it


It’s that kind of morning. At least the wood stoves nice and warm so the room is too.

(*Face-Paws*) – One-Liner Wednesday

“Martha, don’t do that, you’re being an idiot.”


My last cat, Tommy, had about 50 different Looks that he’d give me that were all a variation of this and he was usually right. He was far more patient with me than Usako is.

Check out the original One-liner Wednesday.

Family Surprise! – Random Ramblings

Have you ever realized that moment when everything was fine and then it suddenly wasn’t.

And then you spent an hour calming youself down and then you were okay, you were cool, chill and all that.

And then Mom called and let you know that the trumpet that needs to be taken to the fix-it shop wasn’t just Great Granny’s trumpet but either Great Great Grampa’s or Great Great Great Grampa’s trumpet.

“And that’s when you realized you were turning into Dad, wasn’t it?” my brother asked us today.

Yes. The answer was yes.

The trumpet’s okay, but only someone who knows what she’s doing is allowed to touch that antique now and we’re all very greatful that our younger sister has a newer-ish trumpet that she’s willing to let our nephew borrow for band. (And also that it’s mouthpiece doesn’t jam every single time you put it in the lead pipe.)

He’s Up All Night To Get Funky

So we’ve been having skunk problems. Every night they try to get our chickens or ducks or rabbits. So our dogs (mostly Vincent) keep guard all. Night. Long.

We wake up in the morning and the dogs are exhausted and sleep most of the day away. They’ve earned it without a shadow of a doubt because we can certainly smell how much they’ve been working. Even if they aren’t sprayed, the backyard is definitely smelly from the skunks they’ve chased off.

(I’m so glad, now, that Vincent is so good at dodging things, because we don’t have enough tomato juice to bathe him in.)

We’re trying to get another dog, because Vincent might be young and spry and energetic (and super protective of ‘his’ animals), but Sissy is getting up there in years and there’s no way she’s going to be able to help Vincent out with guard duty once the temperature drops like lead in water. I have no idea how she’s keeping up with him now.

Seriously, though, Vincent does a head check on the rabbits every morning whenever we open up the rabbit garage (there are no vehicles or machinery housed in the rabbit garage, just rabbits and animal feed). He walks through and touches noses with all of our long-time residents and even some of our short-time residents, then he turns and walks out with me as soon as I’m done filling up their water bottles/bowls.

He takes his duties very seriously and won’t let us go to bed until we’ve made sure to let him outside to start guard duty, even if he was napping when we were getting ready for bed in the first place.

Now if only we could find a way to stop the skunks from coming over in the first place so that our backyard would stop smelling skunky in the morning.