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The object is to teach an old dog new tricks. (not much hope ... ) |
| It has been a while since my last entry ... The World has taken on a new hue, dark and somber, yet the silver lining is still there, should one care to look with much magnification .... lots and lots! Got me a new computer (inherited the old one from the Official Opposition (Wife) as newer models are obtained, as per sales contract. What fun was had reformatting the beast, (@#%$^&&*(())_--_=++), and a few more which don't even appear in any human form! Anyways, all`s well that ends well. There was a TV program called *The World at War*, see the re-run is being offered with new cast, still the old background music - "'Where have all the flowers gone ?""" So be it. |
| Time waits for no time nor tide, it marches on till where ever it will go. Today there is reason for a bit of celebration - around 2pm the deer started the lamb season, some things go on with no regard to man or calamity. And the cows and sheep do their fair share. Rain is here, and the frog chorus is loud and clear - Nature marches on . And man .... |
| The year started off so well, then did a 180 and now we are not happy. There is the outlook which states; 'there is good in everything.' Looks at the situation with a magnification of much positivity, and see not much to be happy about. Most days the blessing and goodness is there, on the flip-side, there is also the darker issues. Sticks my head in the sand, may the forces of bad be gone by the time I surface. Google has a few good items on Positivity and Attitude, there is a minor snag there, I have to do all the work, and the Negative sneaks up behind me - BOO! There goes the clean nappy, and toilet paper is in short supply. Till again ... |
| Three pups arrived --- the Toy Poms have given, boys or girls - still don't know, all we know is that all is well. A bit of rain, no colds (flu - any sniffle will now be looked at; seriously) Busy with lots of nothings, very busy. |
| Definition of bowwow. 1 : the bark of a dog also : dog. 2 : noisy clamor. 3 : arrogant dogmatic manner. Merriman and few other agree on this: Myself: I must show preference for the last: for when I hear the 'bow wow wow' - I know there is a dog-matic manner there; this may be arrogant or not. Dogs feature very high on the 'my friend' list. Let WoW not be mixed up with the Bow wow, Here @ WDC I use WoW as an acronym for Writers of WDC. Then there is also another WOW ! --- this we will not discuss here "Wow ... did you see that(?)" comes to mind. There's more to this ... There was supposed to be much more, then LIFE has its way --- sometimes it goes away: that is LIFE. Cat flu came to visit, Bow-wow was no more, a short, vibrant life was gone. So fast, so deadly ... 18 November 2019 - and not even a photo to display. |
| We's got us a new puppy! Anyone following this saga; nope, not the set of triplets born to the Prince's 'Harem of the Cur'- a new puppy from the money-tree, i.e. bought a new puppy. No guesses as to whom the baby-sitting is allocated to -> ME (there's one born every minute, and the cap suits me fine) Who lets the dog(pup) out ... at 2am (?) Why?   |
| A cigar is in order, we have 3 puppies. So? It is freezing out there >>>> So, the mother is in her box with her pups, in front of the stove (anthracite) And who is the 'Go To man?' Me ... at 1.30am, he lets the dog out ... that is what he does. And then ... he writes about it - elementary! OK, I'll be off to bed as soon as I have had my 'drink'.{Soft drink; Doctor's order} |
The words "Were they (farmers) then happy?" comes to mind here. The rains came, the rain which made the drought end. Mother Nature and all her minions rose to the occasion - water, water, everywhere; and the 'dance' started. All begat, begot, and multiplied - the good; the bad; and the ugly! The Ugly is the group which make themselves stand out, multiple feet, wings, slither, creep, crawl - they get there, they have waited a long time; their share they want, it was a given, the pests will have their share and in turn will part with the calling card. Take a card; the picture will be a skull 'n cross-bone, this is the way - every silver lining has a cloud and some of those clouds can be big and dark. Stock loss is the result - farming is the game. Tomorrow the sun will shine, the cold will set in and chase all those nasty away. Winter will take its toll, it is the way.  |
Life goes on, sometimes things do not change, they stay the same. This much seems to be true in this case. THE TIME IS 2AM, this is the time when Penguin would wake me to be taken out for a walk. This is also the time her son wakes me, not to be taken out, as he is already out, he is making such a racket playing and barking. Playing is - chasing his toy, which makes an awful lot of noise on the cement floor in front of the door outside. HE is the offspring of Penguin who passed away when he was born. Time flies, 8th October, last year, HE was born, now he wakes me with all his energy as a teenager, playing the night away. He would like nothing better for me to go out there and play with him - - - I would like nothing better to sleep, rather than take the dog out. Guess - who lets the dog out? (at 2am) Like Mother - like Son. |
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Did you predict today's blog prompt, Rich! Yay for the new entry! 
I thought you quit blogging!