Second Verse – Thankful Thursday

Since last Thursday I have decided that I like this prompt. No, I don’t like it, I love it and I need it. It really turned my day around and I was better for having found it. So I decided to do it again!

I am thankful for:

Accepting the extra party guests
(only supposed to have 2 friends plus 5 cousins…ended up with over 20 kids in a duplex)
 
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Christmas morning cuddles
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Peace between mother and daughter
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Peace between siblings
(they both belong to my sister)
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Time with Grandma
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images from: martha0stout’s phone
 

Again I post only a small collection of things I’m grateful for and I look forward to this next week. It really gives me a better view on my life!

Be sure to check out the original Thankful Thursday for this week’s edition: http://mithriluna.wordpress.com/2014/05/08/thankful-thursday-mothers-day-gratitude/comment-page-1/#comment-1985

Monday, May 2, 2011 – Part 2

Lydia went from pregnant with her 2nd and just moved in to a house in West Valley to already having her baby and an apartment in Murray. No mention has been made of Rotha, maybe he’s visiting Cambodia?

For some reason talk of a ‘leading man’ named Balthier makes me laugh.

Must go eat tater tots now.

Oh, and I’m wired, as in, actually have wires on my head. And there are puppy-dogs in the backyard who are impersonating squeak-toys.

Numbers

It’s been Ten days.

Ten days since March 22.

Ten days since a mudslide changed a community forever.

Houses were lost, people were lost, homes were lost.

One Hundred and Seventy-Six people missing at first.

The death toll numbers rose slowly.

Six.

Ten.

Fourteen.

Twenty-Two.

Twenty-Nine.

Members of the medical examiner’s office work tirelessly for hours to identify the remains.

The remains.

Such simple words that mean more than they initially appear.

Workers, dogs, people, friends and neighbors.

All are searching for just one more person.

Hoping to find them alive.

Praying to find them at all.

My prayers go out with them.

These people who push on as the numbers keep turning.


Written in honor of those who continue to search in Washington.

http://www.ksl.com/?sid=29308968&nid=157&title=grim-duty-team-works-nonstop-to-id-remains&s_cid=queue-6

http://www.ksl.com/?nid=157&sid=29279739&fm=related_story&s_cid=article-related-1

http://www.ksl.com/?sid=29185830&nid=157&title=14-dead-in-washington-mudslide-search-continues&s_cid=queue-16

http://time.com/46264/washington-mudslide-death-toll-2/

The Strangest of Places

Never really knowing anyone’s name for long;
Everyone moves eventually
In this little bunch of circles off a street.
Gone faster than you can even learn some of their names.
Happy here in a way we haven’t been…ever.
But knowing that here is just like many other places
Or maybe we’ll luck out and find another home
Right where we least expected it.
Half of the adults rarely meet, yet all the children are kept in sight.
Oh, how does such a place where no one knows who you are
Or where you come from still be as safe as can be?
Dynamics of a place where every child is precious, even when they aren’t your own.

Written for today’s Daily Post prompt and because this is kind of what my little neighborhood is like. Only people that don’t live here drive the full 25 mph; everyone else drives at something like 10 mph because small children and dogs sometimes chase balls and other toys out into the street. Most of the dogs have some kind of pit bull in them, but every single dog that gets out (again, most of them) are probably some of the sweetest dogs I have ever met (and once I had a Golden Retriever puppy who thought that my siblings were her puppies.)

This is probably one of the friendliest neighborhoods I have ever lived in and also the only one where I never know the names of the adults, but know the names of most of the children.

Prompt: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/08/daily-prompt-neighbors/

Favorite Pet

There have been mentions of animals in the news. There have always been mentions of animals in the news and this is a trend that will likely continue. I honestly can’t think of a reason why there wouldn’t be. These animals, whether they be exotic or wild or domestic seem to speak to us in a way that means we can’t ignore them and their own feelings and thoughts even though we don’t understand their own language.

I was going through my bookmarks on my laptop (I have way too many) when I realized that I had a lot about animals. I won’t mention them all in here, but it didn’t surprise me at all just how much animals are talked about online. I know that I love reading about them and talking about them and looking at pictures about them…

Anything to do with animals really makes me smile or cry.

(And as I sit and write this my cat Usako is staring out the back door, with occasional glances in my direction, just waiting for her mother Cotton to want back in.)

It has been mentioned that I should write about my favorite family pet in my life. I can’t pick one, unfortunately, because each animal member of my family, past and present, have been my favorite for this or that. Their personalities are very different, just like the human family members that I have.

My favorite mothering pet was Ginger, a husky-golden retriever mix who was absolutely convinced that my younger siblings and I and some of our friends were her puppies. She would try to get us to eat this or that and drink and would shoo us into her doghouse when it was nap time before curling up around us to make sure we were warm enough.

My favorite teddy bear pet was Taffy, an orange tabby that followed me everywhere when I was a toddler. He let me cuddle him however I wanted. Unfortunately this meant that sometimes when I’d wonder off after a nap I would tug him along with by his tail or a paw. Mom says he was totally fine with it and thought I was awesome.

My favorite guard dog/exercise trainer was Rascal, a black mutt who my brother brought home from the street after he’d escaped previous owners who were not good to him. (No one ever came to claim him, so he was ours.) He was super protective of our family (especially Mom) without actually attacking people. (With the exception of my dad after our parents divorced.) He never actually bit anyone that I can recall and he thought that Mom was the most precious person in the house. He also ate everything except carrots.

My favorite ambush pet is Usako, my tortoise shell cat. She is absolutely awful at actually attacking anything. She is not the cat that defends her territory. She is excellent at waiting for the right moment to strike and then dashing off before her victim can retaliate. She’s also great for cuddling at night when it gets cold. She manages to do that without making it hard to breath and is as soft as a bunny. (She also likes salt and vinegar chips and low-sugar sugar cookies.)

My favorite boss pet was Tommy, a grey tabby long-hair. He would often glare at me until I went to bed. He had something like 60+ different looks that all boiled down to “Why are you doing that? Stop being an idiot.” That cat saved my sanity in my teen years when a lot of crap went down for my family. He was always very good at curling up on my back with just the right amount of warmth and weight to ease the tension running through it. (I had a lot of trouble with my back and neck during my teen years and he was one of the best parts of my physical therapy.)

I really can’t pick out of those mentioned and I have too many to write them all down. Each animal that my family has had have been a part of us and integral to our continued health and growth as people and as a family. They protect a part of our hearts and souls in a way that humans aren’t always able to do.