I’m not one of those folks who embarks on reading challenges, no matter how interesting they look to me. I’m afraid that it will turn reading from my joy into just another thing I have to accomplish. Actually, reading is rather sacred time for me. This is how I expand my thoughts and knowledge. Knowledge,… Continue reading Summer Reading – 2019 Edition
My dear blog-pal Elspeth’s family is dealing with a crisis; one of their family members is ill and it’s affecting every one. Harley is their 4-legged, furry-coated baby, and from pics of him, he knows how much he’s loved.
We lost our Lil last year, in the middle of the summer. She took heatstroke one afternoon and was unable to recover, despite heroic efforts by my veterinarian neighbor and the staff at the animal hospital. Saying goodbye to our Little Old Lady (she was 13) was one of the hardest things we’ve ever done.
Els’ friends have been praying for Harley’s recovery – as is only fitting; he is family after all; but Andrew over at Adopting James has truly put into words what our pets really mean to us. I got pretty teary-eyed reading his essay, and knew I had to share. I know that everyone whose family includes a member with multiple legs and an abundance of fuzziness with appreciate it as well.
Edited – This is a sad update. Harley has passed away and he did so in the loving arms of one of his girls. If anyone is inclined to do so, a prayer for her family would be appreciated. Harley is sorely missed.
Please enjoy “Our Best Friends?”.
Let me explain.
People have had a strong attachment to animals, particularly dogs, for many years. I don’t know the history of man’s relationship with animals, and I’m not going to pretend to. But let’s just go back to the early 1900’s. Even then, people have had a strong attachment to their animals. Think Old Yeller and even The Grapes of Wrath where even the most stoic group of men mourn over a dead dog on the side of the road.
Why do you think that is?
I feel like the older I get the more compassionate I feel toward animals. I used to love going to Sea World, but knowing how it is an abuse to one of the smartest…
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From All About the Bullerby Children by Astrid Lindgren Chapter 18 - Anna and I go shopping The shop where we buy sugar and coffee and things like that is in the big village, close to the school. When Mother needs some groceries she usually asks me to get them for her after school. But… Continue reading Happy National Bologna Day
You know how you can’t look directly at the sun without incurring significant ocular damage, right? Not so much with the moon. Last night amid another tedious bout of insomnia, I did just that – went outside, parked myself in a lounge chair and just did a little moon gazing. I let my thoughts roll over… Continue reading The Sun Rises, Sure, But So Does The Moon
The girls and I attended the Easter Vigil Mass this past Saturday night. Of course it was beautiful and uplifting in every way. We sang my absolute favorite hymn,"O Filii et Filiae" (well, it's tied with "Salve Regina", but they're both so beautiful, I can't elevate one over the other) and Iseult managed to not catch her hair… Continue reading Nice Ain’t Kind
It's been a long time since I read The Screwtape Letters, but this tribute had me pull it back off the shelf. And do check out Adopting James - a wonderful place to while away some time.
Excerpt from Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, Chapter 8... in the drawing room at Netherfield... “It is amazing to me,“ said Bingley, “how young ladies can have patience to be so very accomplished as they all are.” “All young ladies accomplished! My dear Charles, what do you mean?” “Yes, all of them,… Continue reading The Comprehension of Accomplishment