I Hear You

This week Charli at Carrot Ranch prompts us to write about a swift passage. In 99 words, no more, no less. I’m remembering my father, as we all here on the blogsphere express our sadness on the recent passing of Sue Vincent!

I must walk my path without you here to shine your light and guide the way.

Or so I believed when you embarked on your swift passage.

But I’m not without you, because when the sun shines upon me, I remember how warm you made me feel.

When the gentle wind blows in my face, I feel your soft embrace.

I hear your laughter when the rain pitter-patters on my window.

When the birds sing I hear you whistling a tune.

I’m not afraid to walk my path because I know when I reach the end, you’ll be there.

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Loathing – My Friday Feeling

Owning a puppy is quite like having a child. They need feeding and watering and lots of love and affection. I’m not an animal expert at all, but common sense—and my puppy—tells me she needs playtime and exercise too. 

Cotton is only six months old and already she knows by routine when it’s meal times, back garden time, playtime and her favourite time of the day, walkies! Whether I’m in the mood or not she won’t leave me alone until she gets her harness and coat on, so it’s good for me too. Little Miss Nine also likes it; she brings her basketball so she can practice bouncing along the way.

So, you know when your baby poos in her nappy…and you change that nappy…and put on a nice clean fresh one! Thankfully that’s one thing we don’t need to put on our puppies. But what we do need to do is scoop up their poop. Not just when they’re babies, but forever! A puppy is for life and so is scooping up their poo peeps, whether you like it or not. I never leave for our walk now without my little black poop bags. 

So you can imagine my disgust when my child’s basketball bounced into somebody else’s dog’s poo. It ended up on her hands and her jacket. Revolting! I was so angry at the owner of that dog. It’s irresponsible and it’s disrespectable for other walkers. Years ago I got some on my pram wheels. I know a man who pulled his cabin bag through dog poo on his way to the train station. 

How hard is it? Why can’t dog owners just do it? Is it laziness, fear, or ignorance? It’s actually not that difficult. Watch this short tutorial on how to cleanly pick up your dog poo. 

No more excuses people. Scoop up your dog’s poop!

 

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Off the Drink? Shocking!

‘Only heavy drinkers go off the drink for Lent,’ said my brother when I told him I gave up alcohol for Lent. I’m not surprised to hear this though. It’s one of the myths about alcohol that we Irish people like to believe. We also like to believe that our reputation for loving the drink is an honour. Proud to be able to drink yer man under the table! Proud to be able to hold our drink! Continue reading “Off the Drink? Shocking!”

Every Hug and Every Handshake – Now I Get it!

I’m not sure any of us can say that we fully understand life and death. We all have our own beliefs and that’s okay, but that’s all they are – beliefs. What is life all about, and where do we really go when we die? I don’t let myself think about it too much because it’s confusing and sometimes scary. I take comfort in my beliefs and it keeps me from freaking out.

All my life I preferred to avoid people who have just lost a loved one. Not always, but many times. I’d tell myself things like: I’m not to bother them. I’ll make them sad if I mention their loss. I don’t need to go to the wake because they have enough people there, and we’re not even related. I won’t go to the funeral because I hate funerals, they make me cry. (You could say that’s selfish.) I’ll send a sympathy card instead. (And then forget to send it.) I always thought if I lost someone close, I wouldn’t want to see lots of people. I wouldn’t want them to say anything, or I wouldn’t care if they went to the funeral or not.

Well…my eyes have been opened! How wrong I was about death and funerals; how wrong I was to think all those things.

Continue reading “Every Hug and Every Handshake – Now I Get it!”