Disagreement – Thankful Thursday

Today I am most grateful for being able to agree to disagree with family. It wasn’t always something we could do and it doesn’t always remain, but for the most part we can. It might seem like a small thing to be thankful for, but it really stands out for me today.

The irony is that I remember first learning about this from the book (and later movie) “The Phantom Tollbooth”. It’s ironic because we watched that movie for years, but it took a lot longer to realize that was a thing we could do in real life. I kind of miss watching it as the cassette it was on got lost in one of our moves. (But is likely still holding together and able to be used. Those cassettes were sturdy.)

But being able to agree to disagree and move onto something else is a wonderful thing when dealing with teenagers.

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.

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.”

My Life Right Now

Comes running in
Jumps on the couch
So excited!
Stop!
What’s that noise?
I’ve never heard that…
Lets sit quietly
Watch what’s happening
Fall asleep
Just in time for the laundry to be done…

My dog’s puppy sister has never heard kittens before. By the time we got her, all of our kittens were grown up. She came rushing into the living room while I was watching a clip about a kitten trying to steal someone’s drink and was Not Happy it wasn’t being allowed. Helena was so confused! It was adorable to watch her lose all of that frenetic energy trying to figure out what was making that noise.

She’s asleep now.

On me.

And the laundry just finished.

Far More Painful Than Yours!

A moment of frustration
Gone in a moment of adoration
Only to later reappear
Nodding in passing, then disappear
Yet the feelings remain, turning over and over again

I love my eldest nephew, but he’s just so frustrating! It doesn’t mean I love him any less, but I’m reminded sometimes of that song from “Into the Woods” where the princes sing of their pain about how they can never catch the girl they love. It helps to remind me that my frustrations with my nephew aren’t the important part in our lives.

Being a grown up is hard, because I know better and yet it’s still hard to work through. Knowing it’s possible to be better doesn’t necessarily make it easier. But it is worth it in the end.

Now to convince my frustrated emotions of that…