Manifesting

                                                         

So below shows it is a good thing to do!

1. To show or demonstrate plainly; reveal: "[Her] soft appearance belied her ... steadfastness. She manifested no fear and allowed none in her voice" (Philip Roth).

Thanks to https://www.thefreedictionary.com/manifesting

So if I got this thing right it is seeing things clearly!

My Re is to live in general, but more specifically myself.

PS no enhancement legal or illegal drugs are involved in this awareness moment.

LOL

Just a pure statement.

Now can you claim the same?

Moving on...

So this morning I see the eye doctor, that line always makes me giggle, why? I have no clue.

I guess the obvious one would be the "see and eye doctor".

Any-who, I will find out if I have this rosacea glop in my eyes as well as on my face.

It can be a real issue if it is in the eyes and not treated accordingly.

The cornea can be at stake, and blindness can happen... Although I have been down this road before i.e. fear of losing my sight, which thankfully never happened. It was impaired for a while, but never fully gone!

I will let you all know tomorrow, topical cream also will be used if necessary.

Moving on once more...

I have been unable to care for my plants outside since with the doxycycline used for the rosacea I am supposed to avoid sunshine, and I have a thirty day dosage!

Since we will be leaving soon...

Here are a couple of hotkeys!

Nothing really has changed...!

https://www.yahoo.com/news/covid-gets-even-redder-191319465.html

Although, this proves that our change has to be now!

https://www.yahoo.com/news/tuvalu-is-sinking-island-nation-threatened-by-sea-level-rise-looks-for-salvation-100037771.html

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? Mom apparently asked her age but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way, so my 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 I saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... 

The animal control lady had been 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! The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?  

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