Coping with the last few years...

 

Pandemic, global warming, a tsar for a president, disaster after disaster, and then me getting worse with my Multiple sclerosis... friends too, having serious problems and even some deaths, etc., etc., etc.!

How did I or any of you survive?

All I know is that I am still here, and you are too if you are reading this!

BRAVA fellow survivors!

We all might have internal or external scars, but we are still here.

Mentally and physically we somehow survived. 

Disconnecting from toxic people, thoughts, and other devalued items of unrest is only good for so long then we must get back to reality and deal with all that unhappiness!

Otherwise, and this is a BIG OTHERWISE we might not be able to stay human.

Here's why emotion can give us compassion and understanding!

Without that daily reality check, we might find ourselves living in a fantasy world.

Unfortunately, I do know someone who is trying to keep their spouse from knowing what has been going on due to their very brittle psyche.

Sorry, that sounded judgemental... GEEZ even JUDGEMENTAL has that connotation within its confines, hmm?

Oh, well.

We as a nation must keep up with what is going on daily, but that is not to say to become overly monitoring the news.

What I have found personally, and maybe you too have noticed that after a few major stories it appears local and national news stations are on somewhat of a loop? 

Where they start all over again with the same story items over and over again as if we have to learn by rote.

I guess they all have to fill their half-hour, hour, etc. 

Breaking news can help with that! And it usually does.

Mind vacations are my way of dealing with daily realities, whether watching streaming channels or transforming home decor or doing crafts or maintenance, now swimming in our pool, necessary cleaning, cooking, or laundry all are short vacays whenever you can get in those zones.

I told you mine, what has been yours?

Moving on...

Yesterday, I called Neutragena to let them know that while I was wearing their 70SPF sun and water sunscreen, (Once you have had skin cancer on your face, you become very careful!) it ran into my eyes while changing out those flower pots, and burned my eyes badly!

I ran into the shower and used my dry eye Systane several times when I got out.

Apparently, it is not good to use on your forehead if you will be sweating, and so I will continue to use it on my nose down and all over...!

They misunderstood why I was calling, and now they are sending me a ten-dollar refund check. I said, okay, what the heck, it can go towards buying more Systane, which is quite expensive!

I was told by Loi their customer representative that not only was the conversation being taped but notes were being made of exactly what had transpired.

I really thought it was also sweatproof. If anyone out there knows what brands are, kindly let me know?

Moving on once again...this morning's sunrise, bleh?

And so we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. (Although, the actual date this blog started was June 25, 2008.) 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!