Day 4 post for Class- Bliss

 

Molly showing bliss for a moment.

Molly in bed

Me, still sick. Dealing with it. I have Nurse Molly as long as I don’t cough too much. And still no voice. So, no work for me. I’m all yuck.

But, today’s theme is bliss. Nurse Molly, maybe a bad nickname for her, seems to personify it best to me. From her relaxing and purring, to the flex and release of her claws at her happiest, she shows signs of bliss over the simplest things. Mostly, curling up next to me. Petting her makes the bliss go away but still tolerable. She also loves coming up with a dead mouse.

But, she’s so skittish around the Guinea pig, whose idea of bliss is a fresh handful of hay and sweet peppers. Everyone’s idea is different. Mine changes from day to day. Right now, bliss is sleep. Guess why?

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Photo 101 street day 2

So, today is about street. This time, I played around and decided on a different street. Humans aren’t the only ones who use the same path to form a street. So, I changed my thought to the animals that cross the road. This was me trying to show their road from their perspective. I took a few shots and decided on this one in the end. imageThis is where the animals cross from one side of the woods to the other. Yes, those are straight rows of trees. Originally, the trees were from tree farms. So, this is the result from those years. But, deer and pheasants and turkeys and foxes run there most evenings. So, the reminder is for people to slow down there in the evening.

Added to that, lots of people find lots of farm animals loose during the spring to fall. Best was the draft horse walking down the road. Yes, walking. We’ve had steers break loose and the sheriffs called. Joys of country living.

Day 1 for class

It seems that all the times I want to put up a text, they pile on me. So, this got put on the sidelines. Again. And add in that the main internet connection keeps failing. So, every trifecta has happened. Let’s hope the future doesn’t work like this.

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So, today’s theme is home. For me, it means more like this: never ending laundry and other cleaning. This made me wonder about why it always feels that way. It gave me a realization. I’m taking care of everyone else and still putting myself second. Why? Because I don’t want to deal with the stress from certain other people over having to fight for any help.

Home is never a good word for me. I always thought it should be a happy place, but reality says different. It can be a struggle and a balancing act. Too much of one or another is a bad thing. So, I practice patience at home around chaos.