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Our two sheep both ewes (Mother Daughter) from our original herd, there all I have left. They came down with something, the older sheep died. I was able save the other one.
Now she is feeling pretty feels good and follow me around every where I go. Good thing we have doors on our house she would walk right in. Every time I poke my head out the door she won’t shut up.
The Texas billionaire says buying oil from the enemies means we’re probably paying for both sides of the war. ‘It’s not just dumb,’ he says. It’s dumb-dumb.
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Listening to short story Brams Stokers "Dracula’s Guest" which almost makes you here and feel the wolves on the wind swept moor preformed by Aasif Mandvi. "It Great"
"And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not famous for their physical strength or their powerful political connections or their great wealth, who, all over this country, have staunchly resisted anti-democratic bullies who have tried to remove certain books from their shelves, and have refused to reveal to thought police the names of persons who have checked out those titles. So the America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries."
— Kurt Vonnegut (A Man Without a Country)
Pull plastic bag from pocket
and wave it like a flag
or diploma. Make sure many people
congratulate your care
for the community.
Check bag for holes.
Double check.
Inspect stool for odd hues.
Greens, blues, blood.
Evaluate consistency.
You don’t want to leave smears
on the sidewalk or grass–no prints.
Getaway must be clean.
Prepare to go in for all of it.
Hold breath.
Grab, clamp, reverse bag, twist, knot, cinch.
Smell hands.
Hold loaded bag high in the air,
assure onlookers that Everything is Okay.
If a cop should cruise by,
his crew cut bristling
in the sun,
hold that bag higher,
so he, too, can salute
your contribution.
The bomb diffused,
the world a little safer, a little cleaner,
will not offend the deep treads
of someone’s shoes.
The woman was old and ragged and gray And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day. The street was wet with a recent snow And the woman’s feet were aged and slow. She stood at the crossing and waited long, Alone, uncared for, amid the throng Of human beings who passed her by Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye. Down the street with laughter and shout, Glad in the freedom of ’school let out,’ Came the boys like a flock of sheep, Hailing the snow piled white and deep. Past the woman so old and gray Hastened the children on their way. Nor offered a helping hand to her– So meek, so timid, afraid to stir Lest the carriage wheels or the horses’ feet Should crowd her down in the slippery street. At last came one of the merry troop, The gayest lad of all the group; He paused beside her and whispered low, "I’ll help you cross, if you wish to go." Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so, without hurt or harm, He guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were firm and strong. Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content. "She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know, For all she’s aged and poor and slow, And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you understand, If ever she’s poor and old and grey, And her own dear boy is far away." "Somebody’s mother" bowed low her head In her home that night, and the prayer she said Was, "God be kind to the noble boy, Who is somebody’s son, and pride and joy!"
Stop buying unnecessary things. Toss half your stuff, learn contentedness. Reduce half again.
List 4 essential things in your life, stop doing non-essential things. Do these essentials first each day, clear distractions focus on each moment.
Let go of attachment to doing, having more. Fall in love with less.
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The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it. Terry Pratchett
Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. Steve Jobs
A bird feeder is a delight, as birds come to feed, it’s a constant fight, chasing others who plead.
Chickadees share, waiting on a branch, they seem to care, a little bird ranch.
Blue Jays scare the birds, fighting for seed, acting like turds, their own selfish needs.
A squirrel scares the Jays, chasing them all, terrorizing the days, as if he was ten feet tall
by Samuel E. Stone
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