Is there anything good to talk about?

 

Daily, if we are lucky enough to wake up, one might grab a cup of coffee and perch themselves in front of their TV or Laptop to see what is going on in the world... ya think?

Then if it is Kabul, and Ida, or massive fires out west, and Covid after it switches to fluff, and then we get really angry, how dare they with all that is going on in the world add in the best prices on things we did not even know that we needed??? 

By this time from 4:00 A.M. to 8:00 A.M. they are on a hamster wheel, called that due to the repetition for those just waking, or those who learn only by rote... so there it goes around and around that is unless there is breaking news!

And then that takes over the airwaves informing us as well as they can without anyone actually reporting yet due to lack of information or unable to get anyone to talk on camera to them.

Usually, the awkwardness is due to asking the people involved in saving the lives that are at stake!

This scenario is all too common with most newscasts these days, even the weather channel and CNN... I noticed.

So in the end we can only periodically check-in, or wait to read those bings on our phones "with this just in", news breaks!

Staying informed is all any of us can do, but not as easy as it sounds.

Although the art of conversation has definitely changed over the years, taboo topics are now what we should be discussing...sex, religion, racial issues... and that is good!

When we can talk about things that are important as long as we respect one another and do not go crazy in one direction or another,... WOW, who would have thought that to wear or not to wear a mask would be such a hotkey argument starter, even causing some women to fight physically!

On second thought,... let's all keep our opinions to ourselves,... that is unless you are a safe distance away like I am here! LOL!

I think everyone should wear masks young and old, and also stay six to one hundred feet away from each other. Better yet, stay home is the best way to prevent the spread of the Delta variants and the original COVID-19 if you still didn't care enough for the rest of us in the world to get vaccinated!

GO AWAY!!!

And stay there!!!

This is NO JOKE!!!

Moving on... I do believe that pretty much everyone in the world is familiar with this nasty little creature pictured below! Cicada, https://www.cbsnews.com/news/what-is-brood-x-us-cicada-infestation-coming-in-2021/ they are here, this one stopped for his photo on our pool deck, yuck! They are very noisy and destructive.

Below is our merry ole owl that I am more than sure many of you have them too. Ours is as old as the original pond which means about twenty-plus years old. He needs a refresh, perhaps golden? I did paint two frogs that garish garden glowing golden game some time ago, we will see. He is perched on one of the stumps left from the ficus, Hubby left a few to decorate. We got him originally to scare the herons away so as not to eat our giant goldfish, that was the plan but it failed terribly! All, or most of those two to three-foot-long guppies were either eaten by the herons or reached their age allotment of seven years and died. Thus the difference with Koi is that they can live decades and cost accordingly, one hundred bucks or more each, unlike goldfish that were a dollar a dozen.

My morning sunrise, missed it by this___________ much!

I took this picture just after I awoke for the day, yep another all-nighter 12:47 A.M.

Lastly, I have my EMG today, upper extremities, hope we find out where my problems are originating from local or neck, getting it due to arms, and hands pain and numbness? The doctor who is doing the EMG shares his office with my neurologist so less than two miles from home.

In three weeks I see my old hand surgeon for another piece of the puzzle to be examined, real far, about five miles, ha.

It could be sooner if they have an opening due to someone canceling.

The orthopedic spine surgeon is less than two miles too.

I suppose the advantage of being less than two miles from two major hospitals and a few smaller operating centers.

 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 she was asked 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. And 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, which 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, on his brother's birthday.

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

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

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!