Miss Daisy was feeling a little poorly last night and still appeared very lethargic this morning. As the little girl has had a heart condition for some time ( see 441 Days ) Molly and I started mentally preparing ourselves for the worst. However I repeated this mantra in my mind all through my meditation session this morning. Later, when it came time for breakfast, our old bouncy Daisy reappeared from her bed as if nothing had happened and tucked into her breakfast with the same enthusiasm as always.

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Dogs go

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”

Will Rogers

Elmo and Rose

The stuffed human-like form covered in a familiar red fabric with the distinctive boggle eyes, yellow nose and a large mouth set in a permanent grin, lies between the meditation cushion and the wuppies bed.  Two little hands with only four fingers on each hand. Two little feet with only three toes on each foot. This is Elmo and he came to fame through the tv show Sesame Street. Our version was a grandchild’s toy that somehow got left behind at our place and was adopted by Miss Rosie. Or was it adopted by Miss Rosie first as it was accidentally dropped on the floor and no one wanted to reclaim it and clean it free of Miss Rosie’s influence or as some might say, Miss Rosie’s germs, but that would be unkind. Either way Miss Rosie had adopted Elmo and that is the way it has stayed for years after.

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My humble blog has just been followed for the 100th time and I thought I should show my appreciation with a special shout-out. Thank you Matt B Comic I hope you and my other 99 followers continue to enjoy my scribblings.

 

Let Me Go

We poor scribblers find inspiration in the most unlikely places. An idea then picked up can lead down all sorts of paths previously unknown. This was the case recently when I was watching an episode of “Deep State” where the character played by Walton Goggins recites part of a poem as an epitaph for one of his companions who was being buried. The words “miss me but let me go” struck a chord within me and I had to see if I could find the source of this poem, if there was one. Continue reading “Let Me Go”

Fiction is

“The only difference between reality and fiction is that fiction needs to be credible.”

Mark Twain

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