When gifts have a loving sentiment attached to them they become more meaningful.
This arrangement full of surprises, was from Tamara, Anik & Jolie – girls in the hood.
At my doorstep. Photo: Tamara Gauthier.
Following Jia Jia’s passing I received some thoughtful cards and messages, however this special written sentiment from my dear friend Tamara really got to me on a different level. So I thought with her permission, I’d share it. Not only is the bouquet absolutely beautiful but…
This floral arrangement was made to represent all that was Jia Jia. I reflected upon what I felt he was and meant to you and your life together.
A clear glass vase with warm opaque colours, reflecting that he clearly gave you warmth every day.
The elements of the ocean side because it was his favourite place to visit and added to the joy he had in his life with you.
Black and white sand are the yin and yang, symbolizing being rooted together in the trough of a wave and passionately growing together .
The rocks symbolize strength and Jia Jia being a cornerstone. He was there for you and kept you solid in hard times.
Shells, they are a strong home for sensitive beings. Jia Jia had a strong and safe life with you. And the sea glass survives the currents. Though its been broken, the currents soften the sharp edges and gives a new beauty. Jia Jia is the salt in the current who helped you grow with beauty in the storms of life.
Roses for your love and passion in giving him the best life possible.
Poppies for remembering him and the gratitude you had in finding each other.
Daisies for the innocent love blended with playful youthfulness.
Thistle for his endurance and victory in staying here for you as long as he could.
Eucalyptus represents that he had to depart to the heavens from his earthly time with you and they are known to drive away negative energy.
Cards and Stones. An Angel sits next to a clear quartz – the most powerful healing stone of the mineral kingdom.This addition to my mural was completed last summer by Kris Friesen. Photo: d. king
Exactly one week ago today I said a tearful goodbye to one of the greatest loves of my life – my canine companion, Jia Jia.
A few days before. Photo: Paul LeMay
Anyone who knew our relationship, knew how bonded we were and what a positive difference we made in each other’s lives.
When I first met Jia Jia (pronounced like jaw-jaw akin to the character in Stars Wars) I wasn’t even contemplating getting a dog. Jia Jia was already eight years old and moved to Vancouver from Beijing two years prior. He became my next door neighbour and literally showed up at my back door one afternoon. I immediately felt a connection but had no idea he would become mine for keeps two years after that, at the ripe age of ten.
I noticed that Jia Jia spent a lot of time alone in his backyard so asked his owner Lynn if I could take him running with me and she said “sure.” He became my running buddy. Then when she had to travel back and forth to China I looked after him, always hesitating to give him back.
At that time my late husband and I had a VW pop-top Eurovan camper and decided to do a road trip from British Columbia to Florida with stops along the way in Texas, Louisiana, Alabama. I asked Lynn if we could take Jia Jia along for the ride suggesting we might be away for a couple months, and she again said “Yes.” No one was more surprised than my husband Don that I first of all had the nerve to ask and that secondly we were taking someone else’s dog on a trip.
Jia Jia has been to the French Quarter of New Orleans, the Florida Everglades, Key West, Lauderdale by the Sea and pretty much all over Florida. He’s been to wineries in Napa and Sonoma, all over Texas, Arizona, California, Nevada and New Mexico. He spent some time in Vegas casinos, put his paw on a slot machine once and won some cash. Talk about a lucky dog! Twice he waited for me to cross the finish line at “Nike Women’s Half Marathon” in San Francisco wagging his tail (cheering me on). And it all happened before he became mine for good.
From the time he was eight until he turned ten we spent a lot of quality time together. Then Lynn said “he’s your dog.” But I already knew that. However I never took it upon myself to say I owned him. He owned us.
In all that time we only spent two days apart. Only because a friend suggested looking after my dogs when I spent two nights at a hotel with my sister and two friends for my birthday last year. Otherwise I was planning to take them along.
I don’t expect anyone to understand the relationship, but I can honestly say we were surprisingly attuned to each other. He was an amazing dog. An old soul. The dog to set the standard for all dogs for me from hereon in.
When my husband Don got sick, he suggested we get another companion for Jia Jia. He found Layla in B.C’s Kooteney Mountain range. With Jia Jia in tow, we all went together to meet Layla, and they seemed to get along. I was able to get Layla about a month after my husband passed in August 2017. She was a great choice and kept Jia Jia young. But of course that didn’t last forever.
Jia Jia began slowing down a year ago. This past winter in Palm Springs he could barely walk so I bought a wagon and wheeled him around and let him out to walk a bit and do his business. Other than that his spirit was good (my husband used to say he was the happiest dog he’s ever met) and his health was pretty good considering his age.
Then 10 days before he passed a more startling change occurred and he just wasn’t the same. He was walking in circles and couldn’t hold himself up properly. It was heartbreaking to watch. I waited a bit to see if there’d be a change. He improved slightly but not significantly enough. His quality of life had diminished and for the first time he seemed tired and sad. I had to make one of the most difficult decisions of my life, and at a time of Covid-19 no less, when our vet and all other animal hospitals were asking for doggy curb-side drop off where no one else could be in attendance at the time of euthanization. Nor did they want to come to your home. No way was I going to drop him off and not be there for him.
After some searching and a recommendation from Granville Island Animal Hospital, I was super lucky to find Dr. Jeffrey Berkshire (liftingstars.ca – link at very bottom). We set the appointment for the following week giving some time for the possibility of improvement.
Lama Rabton prayed for Jia Jia.
The night before Jia Jia’s passing my then-boyfriend Paul, arranged for a Tibetan Buddhist Monk to come to my home and recite prayers for Jia Jia. It was a beautiful ceremony normally reserved for humans. My sister was there too. Layla kept licking Jia Jia’s face. Still, it all seemed surreal.
Next morning Dr. Berkshire, a compassionate vet, came to my home (we wore masks) and examined Jia Jia before we made the final decision. He suspected Jia Jia either had a brain tumor or a stroke but the only way to be sure would be to give him an MRI which meant he’d have to be knocked out and possibly not survive. He explained the few options available. So we made the final decision to have him humanely put to sleep based on his lack of quality of life and the unlikely chance he would improve.
One last slow, steady walk along the Kits Point, Vancouver Dog Beach – his favorite place. Photo: Lisa King
Dr. Berkshire was wonderful and took his time, let us have some alone time and was very gentle all the way through until the very end. Lynn, Jia Jia’s ex-owner who had since become my friend, was here too, along with Lisa, my sister, and Layla. We did Jia Jia’s paw prints. I held Jia Jia while Dr. Berkshire gave him a needle and put him to sleep. It was all very fast. Finally, wrapped in a baby blanket, Jia Jia was taken out in a stretcher to be cremated on his own. You’re given a choice whether to have your dog cremated with other dogs or by themself. I wanted his ashes.
Jia Jia saw me through some of the best and worst situations in my life. Always a bright light by my side to ease the pain of losing a husband and two of my closest girlfriends in the space of a year. I don’t know how I would have handled everything without him. It was as if he was my rock.
Layla & Jia Jia on the cast iron bench for Don outside my house. Photo: d. king It was the day before. He looked pretty good here.
He’s gone now, however he’ll always be with me in spirit. It will never be the same. It will just be different. I miss him terribly but know in my heart it was the right decision. I never felt it was a selfless act. Just compassionate. I am forever grateful to Lynn for giving me the best gift in my life, and to Jia Jia for giving me a more meaningful life.
Grief is the price we all pay for love
We who choose to surround ourselves
with lives even more temporary than our own
live within a fragile circle
easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps
we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan…
The Once Again Prince from Separate Life Times
(Lisa always referred to Jia Jia as her little Prince)
This is a departure from my usual posts, but life has changed and I’m learning to deal (as we all are) with life’s little mishaps. Here’s the latest..
Let’s say you notice raccoons made a hole in your roof overnight. Why? To find a warm place for birthing their young of course. And when it happens, they have no qualms about ripping out cedar shingles and digging into your delicate pink fiberglass insulation.
What Tar looks like
Then let’s assume you call Wildlife Control (and they know you by name but nevermind that little detail) and they send a guy pretty quickly (who also remembers you but nevermind) to patch up the mess.
After that, let’s say your boyfriend decides to make it harder for the little culprits to come back (because they do) and decides to nail some wire mesh over the area most likely to be torn up (again) .
Then let’s say you aren’t aware that there was tar all over the area the wildlife guy patched up.
You will most likely get a good laugh out of seeing the back end of the person doing the re-repair who is oblivious to what the back of his shorts looks like. The only funny thing about all of this actually.
Worse if the pants or shorts happen to be his favorite pair. So you quickly google how to take tar out of clothing. Which brings me to the solution (I love finding solutions)…
Soak the clothing (in this case, cargo shorts – hardly worth saving but anyway) in olive oil. Yes; that’s correct. Olive oil softens the tar. We used half a bottle of cold organic first-pressed but you don’t have to use the finest. Best done in a bucket you don’t care about.
After at least one hour of soaking, if the tar does not come out this way (and of course it doesn’t) then you take it one step further. You take an old cloth, dip it in gasoline (if you have a scooter handy you can just take it from the gas tank) and begin the process of dabbing the area (s) that has tar. Bit by bit, all the tar will come out. Trust me on this. It’s a bit of work but if you want to salvage the piece of clothing, it’s what you do.
Then you wash the piece of clothing on it’s own. Do it in a machine preferably that does not belong to you, because the smell of gasoline will linger a little longer than you like. I know about this for sure. You might want to wash the item a second time.
To lose the gasoline smell completely, try airing it out in fresh air for at least a day… a week… or month after washing.
But just to be on the safe side, make sure your boyfriend doesn’t go near anyone who’s smoking (a good idea at the best of times)… unless you were hoping to get rid of him in a flash. ;o)
My best solid advice would be this: Unless this is a very special item of clothing, just go out and buy another (preferably online at this time of Covid but maybe not on Amazon).
And Finally…..I leave you with an uplifting mask-free photo to show a bit of freedom. But right after this was taken, the mask went back on (especially inside my place which smelled of gasoline). Unlike Robert Duvall in Apocalypse Now, I don’t love the smell of Napalm in the morning.
Well we made it to day 7 of our 14 day mandatory self-quarantine of a New World Disorder. And everyone is still alive and somewhat sane.
Layla wants to know when we can go for our regular walks again. Photo: Tamara Gauthier
What a trip this has been, and still is. We drove from Palm Springs to Vancouver and we arrived one day after a newly enforced Canadian government order that stated all Canadians returning to Canada from anywhere abroad had to do mandatory self-isolation for two weeks. Before this it was voluntary quarantine. Timing is everything they say. However we still had to (and still have to until further notice) maintain 2 metres (6 ft.) distance from one another.
When we arrived at the border, which by the way, was empty, our border officer read us the new rules and told us in no uncertain terms that if we were to leave our place of isolation (where we had to head straight for, with no stops whatsoever) we could be fined anywhere from $1,000 to $1,000,000. Yup; that’s up to 1 million dollars! Needless to say I’m not gonna let that happen. If so, is there anyone who can bail me out for a million? Didn’t think so!
So we had to bid adieu (for now) to simple everyday outings like getting our own groceries and walking our dogs. Although I do let mine just outside the house several times a day. A good friend and neighbour is nice enough to walk Layla (who needs more exercise). We’ve been ordering takeout (my new safe word) and having groceries delivered since then.
Still, it’s strange to be on “house arrest” when we have no symptoms, although I do understand it’s to help keep the possibility we have it from spreading to those who are more vulnerable. We all know by now what we’re supposed to do to help get everything back to normal. Remember normal?
Here’s what I was not expecting… coming home to find my fridge conked out for the first time due to a power outage and dealing with the stench of throwing everything out including the melted frozen berries that made a mess in the freezer. Luckily for me I have a backup fridge in the garage. Who has a back-up fridge? I do! But then no food because all was tossed. And forget about getting a service person. I tried. Once they found out I was in California… forget about it.
Then, my phone died. Aaaarrrggghhh! Can phones contract coronavirus? Nah. It may only need a new battery. But how do I order groceries with no phone? And why do I not have a back-up phone? Next best thing – to email someone you know with your essential list. Then they deliver and after they’ve left, you find out that you forgot to add that one critical item on your list that you needed to make your meal complete. It’s like having a bagel without the cream cheese or bread without butter. You get the idea. So you make do.
Next up: let’s say you need to print out a document and fax it to someone? Under normal circumstances if you’re out of printer cartridges you get in your car and drive to Staples, get more and that’s that. But when you’re under house arrest you can’t go anywhere, let alone drive. So you have to ask someone (via e-mail because no phone remember?) to print it out for you and put it in your mailbox. No one wants to be near you…just in case. No one!
Here’s the good news: not having to get dressed, more time to make soup and cookies, no excuse to not clean house, cannot think of anything else at the moment.
So here we are. I’ll let you know how we made out next Friday. Which is Good Friday. Which will be verygood Friday for all in this house. In the meantime a friend sent me this timely poem:
“Suddenly”
Suddenly, we slept in one world and woke up in another.
Disney has no more magic and Paris is no longer romantic..
Suddenly, in New York everyone sleeps.
And the Great Wall of China is no longer a fortress.
Suddenly, hugs and kisses become weapons.
Holding hands and walking the parks become outlawed.
Suddenly, not visiting aging parents and grandparents becomes an “act of love”.
Suddenly, our bombs and machine guns, our tanks and artilleries begin to gather dust.
Suddenly, we realized that power is with faith
alone.
And that money has no value when it can’t even buy you toilet paper.
Suddenly, we have been put back in our place by the hands of the universe. And we’ve been made aware how vulnerably “human” we truly are, when faced with a microbe so powerfully inhumane.
Keep the hope alive, be well & stay safe everyone!!
My senior is almost 18 years old. Since he now walks like a turtle I found the perfect solution for taking him from A to B without much effort on my part and no effort on his. Baby strollers didn’t hold him properly and the pet wagons were too small. So I went to the sporting goods section of Walmart and found a wagon designed to take blankets and beer to the beach. Outfitted with comfort it works like a charm. Also can be pulled either way, has a handle for extension to arms length, a flap for carrying stuff and folds for easy storage. Yay!
When we arrive at our destination I take him out and he walks until he’s too tired at which point he goes back in the wagon. Layla walks alongside for exercise but she enjoys hitching a ride from time to time.
My boy outside Revivals. Photo: d. king
This is a faster, more convenient way to take him along the River Walk. Photo: d. king
Along the River Walk. Photo: d. king
Okay Layla; don’t get too comfortable. Photo: d. king
Hope you enjoy your weekend.
FYI: I’ve been giving Jia Jia a product called Rejeneril (a patented and clinically-proven longevity product for pets) every day for 8 years now. I believe it helps his immune system among other benefits.
Just wanted to share this life lesson on letting go:
Jay Shetty lived as a monk for 3 years and built philanthropic ventures.
It’s been a mission of mine to spread knowledge at the pace we want entertainment, something I like to call making wisdom go viral. Since launching my channel in 2016, I’ve garnered over 4 billion views and 24+ million followers. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s how to turn a message into an inspiring story that’ll impact the masses. I work with authors, entrepreneurs and influencers to help them bring their stories to life – Jay Shetty
Jay offers a live weekly meditation and coaching, a huge vault of coaching sessions and there’s in-person, member-only Meetups in over 60 cities around the world.
We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment;
More experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
Drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired,
Read too seldom, watch tv too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space.
We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We write more, but learn less.
We build more computers
To hold more information
To produce more copies than ever,
But have less communication.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion;
Tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are days of two incomes, but more divorce;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality,
One-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do
Everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window
And nothing in the stockroom;
A time when technology can bring this letter to you,
And a time when you can choose either to share this insight,
Or to just hit delete.
written by George Carlin
REMEMBER TO
spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and doesn’t cost a cent.
say ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.
a kiss and an embrace will end hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
give time to love, give time to speak!
give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
And always remember, life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by those moments that take our breath away.
Below is a link to a very helpful article on what is best to feed your dog….aside from the usual kibble.
Photo: Tamara Gauthier
Photo: d. king
I’ve been meaning to publish this for months but put it on the back burner. I strongly believe that dogs deserve to eat real food the same as humans for health purposes mostly.
All living creatures deserve real food.
It is narrow-minded to think that dogs should eat only kibble. Perhaps the thought of eating kibbles for the rest of your own life helps make the point that pets forced to do so are being shortchanged.
I’ve been making simple real food meals for my dogs for dinner since day one (day one being the day they came into my care). Unless we’re travelling they get homemade. Not in the morning, just in the evenings. Sometimes in the morning they get oatmeal or eggs but mostly good quality kibble. Aside from health benefits, the enjoyment of watching them polish off a bowl of freshly prepared food, knowing how much they love to eat it, is enough for me to want to make it.
My male sheltie is almost sixteen. I met him when he was eight, and he became mine furever when he was ten. He was used to eating only kibble once a day. But on several occasions he went into a hypoglycemia shock where he could hardly function. Twice I didn’t think he’d even recover. So I decided to change his diet by feeding him twice a day with the second meal consisting of ‘real’ meat & veggies. No filler. Since doing so, he has not gone into shock syndrome once.
Cost wise, buying real food is not as much as you think. You can buy stir-fry beef or chicken on sale, mix it with plain rice, add steamed veggies like yam, sweet potato, zucchini and carrots. Then mix in frozen or canned peas. Ground turkey & fish such as salmon are also good choices. Just like us, they like variety. You can buy canned pure pumpkin and give them a bit of that too. Make enough for several days and refrigerate in portions. Your dog will love you even more for it.
Photo: d. king
Selfie in the Park
When it comes to buying kibble for your dog please carefully read the label. Animal protein should be at the top of the ingredient list with whole vegetables, fruits and grains next. Don’t forget to check the best before date.
Let’s keep our furry family happy and healthy for as long as we can. It’s the least we can do for them. They enhance our lives, we should do the same for them.
The anniversary of Don’s passing is coming up in a few days and I’ve been deeply affected by it. Don wasn’t only my husband; he was my best friend and the best person I’ve ever known. Certainly the most solid. I spent almost half my life with him. Watching the struggle and rapid decline of someone who was my rock was the worst experience of my entire life. I am only now beginning the healing process.
Some of these photos I’ve never seen before because they were recently sent to me.
Photo: Fred To
Photo: Fred To
People say it will get better but so far I don’t know what they’re talking about. As of today, I can say that I’m managing my grief. I say managing because I’m living with it, not overcoming it. I don’t have a time frame for when it will affect me less; maybe never.
Grief feels very solitary. Even if we’re not alone we’re still alone in our grief because it’s all individual. No one can tell me otherwise. But there are a few similarities with others living with loss. We work through it.
Working through grief is painful and tough. It’s about finding ways to live alongside your loss; building a life around the edges of what will always be a vacancy. Making sense of something senseless. We live in a culture that doesn’t understand. It’s not really our fault that we’re ignorant. We’ve grown up with what we’ve learned; trying to fix things and make everything better. Most people mean well. But knowing that you had a good life with a partner doesn’t cancel out the fact that they’re no longer here to continue with the life you had. Certainly doesn’t make one feel any better.
Photo: Fred To. Our mutual friend Colleen Kohse was sitting on the other side of Don (but she would not have approved the photo of her in this shot). RIP dearest Colleen.
It’s even more difficult if someone looks for the flaws in how someone got to where they were. Hearing things like he/she didn’t really take care of themselves, didn’t exercise enough, or exercised too much, didn’t take proper vitamins or took too many. They should never have taken that turn; things like that. As if that would have changed the outcome. It’s hard for some people to accept the cold hard fate of what is.
Photo by Willy. I was surprised to see this up on the screen at Beth’s recent Celebration of Life. At former Heaventree Gallery from our Ambience of Africa photo exhibit. RIP beautiful Beth.
So you try to heal as best you can. You continue to go out with friends but there’s a huge void. And there are moments where you lose yourself in laughter which feels great, but then you may feel guilty because your partner is not here to laugh alongside you.
Don with his mom Jean. She was lovely.
Don with another love.
Transforming grief into a work of art that touches someone has been and continues to be a way of healing. The best songs, poetry, movies and art are created out of loss. Expressions of great pain were reflected by the images of Picasso’s Guernica or in the words of writers like C.S. Lewis. Or Eric Clapton’s song Heaven written about the loss of his little boy. Creating art out of loss is certainly not a fair trade for the loss, but sharing an expression of grief with others can help tell the story and stay connected to who you’ve lost. Many people find that journaling helps.
*There is something to be said about our biology being affected by grief. Losing someone close to us changes our biochemistry. Respiration, heart rate, and nervous system responses are all partially regulated by close contact with familiar people and animals: these brain functions are all deeply affected when we’ve lost someone close. I’m not a neurobiologist (surprise, surprise) however it is a factor of neurobiology. Losing someone close changes us is ways we never could forsee.
Activist Don with friend Ruth
Then there’s the emotional rollercoaster just when you think you’ve got it all under control. And so you cannot expect everyone to understand your being overly sensitive or acting a little irritable at times. Your real friends of course will understand some occasional out of character behaviour as being related to a deep sadness. Someone said “those who support your shifting needs are the ones to keep in your life. The others? They can be set free.” Well meaning people can sometimes be very unkind; even cruel.
So missing someone who you’ll never get to see again in this lifetime is like finishing a great book that you like so much you don’t ever want it to end. You turn the last chapter but the storyline will resonate with you for the rest of your life.
And that my friends is what true love is all about.
I had a dream. A very vivid albeit absurd dream last week. Or was it?
Obsidian Butterfly
I told a few people about my dream and they suggested I blog about it because as it turns out, it contains quite a powerful message. And I swear that I was not aware that apparently it could be a thing because Dennis Rodman and a few others had already done what I’d dreamt about. You know you can’t even have a simple dream now without someone else having done it before you.
Anyway, in my dream I was getting married again….but to myself. I told you it was strange. I had a white dress, flowers in my hair and glass of wine in my hand (naturally) but no man in sight. It appeared pretty clear that there was only me, myself and I. And I was happy (key word). Then I woke up. Then I could not get back to sleep. I pondered about the strange dream and what it meant. And it feels weird to even try to explain it here.
Now your first reaction could likely be how very sad and lonely she must feel and I would think the same thing had it not been for the feeling of happiness inside the dream. Don’t get me wrong – I’m nowhere near being over the sadness of losing Don and might never get over it, but this gives me a little boost of hope in a powerful message. Because what I believe (rather choose to believe) what the message is really saying is that through grief we still can find happiness. Without going too deep, happiness within ourselves.
But aside from Dennis Rodman who I’m sure is extremely happy, I found out that a woman named Linda Baker was apparently the first person to marry herself in the US back in 1993 as a celebration of her 40th birthday. And then I remembered the episode of Sex and the City when Carrie Bradshaw gave herself a wedding shower for one. Apparently Sologamy, the act of marrying yourself, is on the rise across the globe. ???
I think that’s a great choice.
And I didn’t dream that up.
But it didn’t take a fortune teller or psychic to tell me that my dream, in a nutshell was making a commitment to myself, fully.
That there is no man, job or circumstance to make me more whole – because I already am (okay more likely I’m trying to get there). I might be missing what I had, but I’m all I really need. I will be with me in sickness (god forbid) and in health. Besides, I will never leave myself. I’m stuck with me for better or for worse so better to make the most of it…meaning, me (as it). OMG… what a clear message. Because if you really think about it….another person cannot fully complete you. You have to be together and fairly complete yourself because you cannot expect another person to do that for you – it’s too much to ask. So to make a relationship work you have to have a solid foundation first and foremost.
And I was thinking…what kind of person would I like to attract? Okay; truth be told, someone kind of like me. AHA moment. Someone solid, with a sense of humor, who likes to cook or at least enjoy food, a non-smoker, non-drinker (I mean someone not excessive), animal and shoe lover, likes to go for walks and enjoy travel. Is that too much to ask? Maybe. So I will be all I need – at least for now. It’s nice to dream right?
Let’s say you notice raccoons made a hole in your roof overnight. Why? To find a warm place for birthing their young of course. And when it happens, they have no qualms about ripping out cedar shingles and digging into your delicate pink fiberglass insulation.
Hope you enjoy your weekend.
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