Only Innocent Folks Here – Silent Sunday

image: Ysma and Cheese; from martha0stout’s phone
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Brown-Eyed Boy – Thankful Thursday

Today, I’m grateful for how our youngest dog wakes me up in the morning to let him out. He puts his front paws on the edge of my bed and lays his head in my side or stomach and then looks at me with his great big brown eyes.

He doesn’t hop all the way on the bed and run up and down it (and on me) like his mother, nor does he bark continuously like his father. He just puts his head on me and gives me his best puppy eyes. It’s one of the best ways to wake up during the cold mornings.

Gates For Thought – Thankful Thursday

Got to stop progression
And wait for things to come
The moment isn’t here yet
Evening hasn’t rung

Sometimes we have to slow down. We live in a world that wants instant gratification. Wants things now and not later. We want that, too. We don’t want to wait and sit still, don’t want to acknowledge that we can’t run when it’s hard to even just walk

We want to do things, we want to do them when we want to.

But sometimes we need to slow down and wait. Not because patience is a virtue, but because we need to move slowly so as not to hurt ourselves. You don’t expect something broken and just glued back together to be hardened and solid for a while, after all. We need to remember that about ourselves as well.

This was supposed to be a post on how I’m still grateful for child gates as we have to use one to keep the dogs away from a section of drywall we have to replace while renovating the kitchen. Then I got tired and distracted. Still, I am grateful for the gates not just for how I’ve needed to use them, but also for when something like this makes me think.

Cheese With That? – Day Eleven

That’s not fair!
No! I won’t listen.
I’m not going to do it!
You can’t make me!
 
Really?
This is how you want to play it?
This and no farther,
Would you like some cheese with that wine?

Inspired by one of my nephews who, as of late, has been very attitude-ridden whenever talking with anyone. I’m not looking forward to his teen years…

This is also my offering for today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-eleven-2/