Memory Stings

Before you can blink
And sharper than you think
Rips open the skin
But the slice is so thin

Had to slip off and then re-tighten some barbed wire in a corner of the pasture fencing. Just about sliced over an old scar on my left pinkie finger, but just barely missed it. The scar’s from a small line of stitches I received when I was nine. So it stings a little, but not too badly. It wouldn’t sting so much if I would stop pressing on it.

Memory is a lot like that. You go back on think on things, especially if they hurt. You hope that pressing on it, remembering it, will help lessen how much it stings. Forgetting that pressing on it too much makes it hard to gain distance and perspective. Give it time to seal up enough to withstand recollection. Although, sometimes, you’re able to stop a repetition of something with the scar for a reminder.

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Children of All Species – Thankful Thursday

Today I’m grateful for the creation of child gates. I have used them for my nieces and nephews and for my nephew’s cat’s kittens and now I’m using several for that same nephew’s dog’s puppies.

They are truly a wondrous creation and I, for one, am highly grateful to whoever not only created them, but made them affordable. Because we only owned one last week and have to buy at least another this weekend in order to expand the pen as the pups grow larger. (The store was all out of the kits that made indoor pens for puppies and it’s too soon to have them outside. It snowed a lot yesterday and snowed some more today. Also, there was hale and I don’t want them hit by hale when they’re this small. It would be dangerous. And they can climb out of the kiddie pool we originally had them in.)

(Also, I’m grateful for tarps to protect my carpet and twine to hold the corners together.)

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image: Helena and Vincent’s pups; from martha0stout’s phone

Grown Folly

So often I look back
To moments in my youth
Understanding now the folly
Poorly chosen then as wise
I want to go back then
Distracted in thinking to then it was confined

Sometimes, as teenagers, we make bad decisions. –from Seeking Shelters, a fanfic

I read the above line and the first thing that jumped out at me was, “And sometimes, as full grown adults (who should really know better), we make even worse decisions.”