Why it must be because President Biden has a Mr. Rogers demeanor? Kindhearted, friendly, and understanding.
What am I talking about?
Of course, the people trying to come over our southern borders...
"It's a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor,Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
It's a neighborly day in this beautiful wood,
A neighborly day for a beauty,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you,
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.
So let's make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we're together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you please,
Won't you please,
Please won't you be my neighbor?
Spoken: Hi television neighbor, I'm glad we're together again..."
But let's, face-it folks being a neighbor may be a bit of a wait.
It appears that the rush to become Americans doesn't matter which side of the politics you are on... a mess is a mess when too many want the same thing at the same time!
And of course, our new president is good-natured but no fool either, as in most things in life worth waiting for, so is coming across our welcoming borders!
All Americans have found that out with the vaccines, and if fortunate enough to hear about through family arriving in America, although, as at the border things had to be worked out first to go smoothly.
And yes, we all know that numerous people, as well as small children, have been detained too long and that is so truly sad. The red tape is enormous when no adults accompany them! Even when they do. Albeit, it is being done, not like in the previous administration!
Hopefully, between everyone getting vaccinated against the COVID-19 virus our new President Biden will have everything at the border taken care of as well, in a more timely fashion.
Moving on...
Natural disasters seem to happen all year round these days, and FEMA is on its toes.
It looks like over the next couple of days the south and southeast are expecting turbulent weather with the possibility of violent storms doing severe damage from Texas through the middle Gulf states through north and central Florida from Tampa and the panhandle up the east coast!
More to worry about!
Number One Son lives north of Tampa where he does work.
Be safe in so many ways!
And so we must go for now...
Please be smart, as well as safe.
Have a very pleasant night.
Count those blessings, and we will too!
Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!
Aussie, 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 a second thought, 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, 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 tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! 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.
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, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. 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 from my previous family, stating, that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear 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!
And please don't forget me, I am Chance 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! I enjoy a good tug-of-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?
Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip 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!
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