...Thoughts? Here are some of mine...
All years have those incredible instances of notability, and sometimes, those same years also have flattened out days of nothingness!
Do you promise yourself to do things differently in each upcoming new year?
I used to, but these days, I try to stick to the status quo, even if it did not work before.
Why, one might ask,... I guess,... perhaps, that I am just lazy!
As I get older, change is harder to take than it used to be,... in the old days, it was considered exciting!
Now with its unpredictability, it can be scary at times. Too much out in the world is violent.
And all those ills that spread so easily.
Even with precautions they are so violent you can still catch them!
People still shake their heads at you if you wear a mask as if you are crazy!
We haven't been wearing our masks for quite some time... not due to what I just said but due to having all our vaccinations up to date and not hovering or standing too close to strangers.
I had all my shots and boosters last year as updated this year but still acquired COVID on January 5th of 2023. I took the test twice and it was positive for COVID. I was given the prescription for medication and took it for five days and had nothing more than cold-like symptoms, not even a fever! The shots do work!
Hubby, even being near me constantly, sleeping in the same bed, etc., never got COVID; it was nearly six months later that he was diagnosed with cancer! Nothing to do with COVID at all!
He did keep testing; he was always negative, thankfully!
See ups and downs?
Life goes on... experience teaches us that.
Talk to your family and friends about what they expect in the new year, personally, and globally... an interesting topic of conversation... or maybe a sore point?
Either way, something to do with New Year's Eve or New Year's Day, a game to play with no winners or losers...!
( Maybe lock all the doors, since some might find it a sore point, and tell them no one leaves until they express ways to not disagree...! But come to a meeting of the minds and a DETENTE!)
(That's in my opinion, what they should do with many of our elected officials! They get paid well enough for them to work till they find a commonality in the definition of decisions made.)
Let me introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. 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! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
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.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am nine years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes 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 had been 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 is 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, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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