Erma

It certainly  has been a challenge working on my computer these past few days. For whatever reason, I have spent hours upon hours with Verizon trying to find the reason or reasons, we have very limited access to the internet. We seem to have connections to certain things for a very short amount of time. WordPress time seems to be especially short.

Our oldest dog, Bud, had a dental procedure done yesterday. As usual, my neurotic self was out in full-blown worry gear, anticipating any possible complication while creating a few thousand other scenarios. Oh the energy wasted! As predicted by everyone, he did well. By mid afternoon he was home–where he continues to recover peacefully–in spite of my hovering.

In case I continue to have problems,  I wanted to wish you all a very happy and safe Fourth of July. A few words of caution. Please be mindful of those who are sensitive to the sound of fireworks. This is a very hard time for them. Be kind. For you dog owners, check ID tags to make sure all the contact information is current. That old, disconnected land line number with an old address will not be helpful. We updated all our tags to just cell phone numbers. One other quick thought. Those tags won’t help you or your dog if the collar is lose and your dog pulls out of it when he or she is panicking. Make sure those collars are snug. This happened to us earlier this summer so it is fresh in my mind. That, and I had to re-tighten everyone’s collar after visiting the groomer. It always surprises me how much I have to alter the collars.

I’m leaving you with words from one of my favorite columnists. I read her column when I was a young woman–when I thought I knew so much about the world and my place in it. Little did I know how little I really knew about that or anything else.

I miss Erma. She had a way of pointing out that many things were pretty messed up but she found a way to make us feel okay–that we’d be just fine–because, after all, we were all in it together.

You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism. ~Erma Bombeck

I am…

B…simply being…

I love y’all.

Peace

 

 

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