Sunday, Sunday...!

 

Most Christians have this as a day of rest and for commingling at their houses of worship.

Jews and other religious groups have Saturday as their day, and even Friday night too!

My point is with COVID or that should be the PANDEMIC hopefully no one is meeting or commingling in their houses of worship to be safe staying home in their own houses are preferable!

As I said previously your GOD (s), no matter what you call the deity... are everywhere!

SO STAY PUT!!!

That said, politics is seven days a week. 

And I am very concerned about the fact that 200 million vaccines have been distributed and yet the cases and deaths go up!!! Unclear security is the issue.

People appear to think the PANDEMIC is over!!!

IT IS NOT!!!

One or even two shots of the vaccine does not mean all is well!

You must still wear your mask and social distance and wash those hands and often!

It's not over till it's over,... as the expression goes, "till the fat lady sings!!!" 

""It ain't over till (or until) the fat lady sings" is a colloquialism that is often used as a proverb. It means that one should not presume to know the outcome of an event that is still in progress. More specifically, the phrase is used when a situation is (or appears to be) nearing its conclusion. It cautions against assuming that the current state of an event is irreversible and clearly determines how or when the event will end." 

Thanks, to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_ain%27t_over_till_the_fat_lady_sings

For the youngsters.

I beg daily for people to get real and use common sense, which I have found is not that common, sadly.

There appears to be an entire generation of no common sense when it comes to realizations of being cautious or prudent when it comes to this terrifying PANDEMIC!

 I can only assume, which we all know makes an ass of u and me, but in this case what else could be causing this lack of understanding how dangerous cavalier behavior causes death!

Any other ideas?

I have heard them all, they all come across as excuses... NOPE!

Ignorance, IS NOT BLISS!!!

This whole situation is extremely disturbing!

The only way things will change is when human beings realize they must stop being DUFUSES!

Sorry, but true.

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. 

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 from 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 out 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!

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-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, it could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady 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!