I do not know if the above image created the sad issue of the number of people not reading this blog yesterday. What I do know is for two days the image enlarged way too BIG and that might have turned off many people! Computer/phone wise it is quite engulfing!
Perhaps, my daily diary is boring to many, but it is my legacy to my family and friends some who do know me and others who really do not! I, we, are not wealthy or profess to be. And so this in its own weird way is all I got! I guess, if I were rich these essays would be considered my memoirs! They may never be read, any of it, or perhaps turned it into something more beneficial of what not to do... I have been doing this publicly now going on fourteen years, and for me, this is the longest I have stuck to anything, besides my marriage to Hubby that is!
Speaking My Mind is about: Tobi, who is a middle-aged, no, oh all right a slightly over-the-hill woman with all the imperfections that go with that, and this concerns her daily life's perceptions and experiences.
On each daily episode of this blog my heading above appears, I suppose it could be my disclaimer for whatever you might have thought you would be reading? Although, over the many years I have turned from a middle-aged over-the-hill woman to what numerically is called an elderly woman! And for that, I am very happy! For if we do not get older we die, as simple as that! And so I relish the advent of being alive!
I used my pseudonym due to in the beginning I did not know if I wanted to lay claim to whatever went down here, meaning on a pen to paper relationship or keys to a computer, per se?
Interestingly enough, the name that I chose is Hebrew for my actual name as well as Tova, so I had a choice. Many friends and relatives preferred Tova.
I went with the more customary notable Tobi, due to international familiar commonality. Okay, and a bit of fear of anti-Semitism with Tova has been a bit too ethnic, and that today showing its horrid head due to our last so-called pres making it acceptable! And he with a daughter who converted to Judaism, for shame on him! For that and of course all his other lunacy!
Yes, I have been outspoken, but that is what this blog has been about... why else would I name it, Speaking My Mind?
All people have that right in America, but not where it can do actual harm to others.... yelling fire in a theater when there is none, saying wrong information/misinformation about vaccines and masks that can physically harm others, emotionally too! That means verbal or physical harassment. Sometimes we forget there are other human beings on the other sides of our comments, sadly me included! We must put ourselves in the other person's place/shoes.
Be kind rewind comes to mind.
Now from the above sublime...to moving on to mine...! Miss-modge-podge...!
Hubby saved this incredibly gorgeous butterfly from drowning in our swimming pool! ( Hmm, maybe it was getting a drink? I wasn't there. Who knows for sure, anything these days?)
Put in shelves? Embarrassed to show you yet, definitely needs quite a bit of tweaking! But for under $25 for two, why not try something new? It will not stay this way, every time I look at what I did last night while exhausted and very sore I cringe. I found out after giving my shoulders those twin cortisone shots they do not last even two weeks! They were supposed to last three to six months! My tendinosis and slightly torn rotator cuff were put to the test ten times over between painting the potting table, cleaning the living room breakfront to steal items to put on the shelves as well as from the china closet in the sunroom, where the shelves are...!
Hubby went to the grocery, I am still one of those autoimmune challenged people due to Multiple sclerosis. We both had our vaccines in March and our flu shots a week ago, but until those boosters are available for J&J vaccinated people like us, I will side on caution, even after the booster most likely!
The heat here in Florida is unrelenting and so whenever Hubby takes a break from working on the garden project I am very happy!
Oh, by the way, a few had asked about the plants for the garden... we saved all of them behind what you have been seeing from Wandering Jew plants to Boston, Staghorn and asparagus ferns to pineapples to aloes plants to Severinas to even a Japanese Maple tree and new lemon tree, another coconut palm, amaryllis and cannas, pampas grass, and so many others I keep forgetting to mention... also all those water lilies and mosquito fish that will adorn the pond!
The plants with nine bags of mulch will be planted and distributed when the rest including the electricity for the fountain and filter will be redone too!
Yes, it does look barren right now, but it will not be when all is said and done! It will be plush again minus the invasive trees! In fact, Hubby has marked off where everything is going to go by garbage cans, etc. The red rope is where the garden will be; the rest will be filled in with grass eventually. Considerably smaller but better!
And so we must go, for now.
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 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.
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 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!
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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