It's Monday, the 26th of September--cool with rain predicted --- and--the best part is--- WE ARE ALL ALIVE!
What if--- we lived along the East Coast of Nova Scotia?--- or--- What if, we were "buckling down the hatches"--(Dad's expression)-like--those people preparing for a hurricane , in Florida? My Mom and Dad moved to Florida when Dad got a job when Disney was being built. He was a Civil Engineer and had retired --but--He did not enjoy being retired--so, he applied, and before I could say, "Jiminy Cricket" they were moving--I don't remember the storms being as bad then, when we lugged all 5 children , to visit them.
Do you miss people in your lives--people that have passed--? Of course, you must!-I always hope that they are hovering somewhere around us--The night that Dad passed, I was walking out of his ""Kind and Caring Home"-- feeling like I had lost my best friend, and right beside the door to the parking area, was an enormous black crow-- Now y'all will think me weird, but, when Lopez and I walk, flying above us squawking , is a black crow-- just above our heads---There are times also when I am somewhere and feeling pretty blue, a huge black crow will be beside me, in a tree and will fly over--It always reminds me of the night Dad and I sat together in his room, knowing our times together was going to end----"What if" eh????-----
I have no idea how I got onto this topic, because I have never admitted to anyone, all these thoughts---I do hear Mom's expressions often, as you all know--- They just seem to run thru my brain--
I wonder if my thoughts are unique?--I don't believe they are--but these thoughts would make people look at one funny, if told out loud . very often--or at all---
Lopez, the Chihuahua turned into CUJO last evening, all because I took a bone away from him- He needs to get outside, so, I shall leave you for to-day--Lord Love Duck! What if--he is CUJO!----
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