Monthly Archives: March 2012
Courtesy Of “3 Things“
Like the old Sweeney Todd song goes, ” If Wishes Were Horses Beggars Would Ride”, I suppose in a perfect world that would be true.
This isn’t an easy question, and I definitely had to ponder and probe my brain for a while to come up with this trio of fabulous wishes.
- Without hestitation, the very first one is to not be bipolar. There I said it for all of Facebook to read. Don’t worry most of you are at a arm’s length and we only communicate via cyberspace so there is no worries about bumping into or fearing “The Black Dog”
- To live in a place where I would be able to have as many dogs and cats as I wanted, and perhaps there would even be room leftover for a couple of horses and a few goats, just imagine the yummy goat cheese and wine parties.
- There is no question that the third one would be for my Mother to be able to walk again.
I am hoping that this prompt will make you ponder your own skills and abilities. We are all good at something even if we assume that we are not. If we think long and hard, or maybe not so hard we can all come up with at least 10 things that we are good at. These skills don’t have to be earth shattering or life changing. It can be anything from being able to use a hammer to decorate a cake to clean a bathroom and leave it sparkling. Here are my top 10 things and I sure would like to read yours, so be sure to respond.
- Trouble-shoot a computer
- Use a DSLR camera
- Bake a cake
- Cook a meal
- Play a song on a guitar
- Organize a barbecue
- Drive a car
- Change a lightbulb
- Shoot and edit a video
Thanks to the “365 Topics” iPad app for the prompt.
Since Smokey passed away last December, I want to have a cat again. Lately I have been perusing the pet section of Craigslist and have noticed several things. One, people want to sell their animals instead of adopt them out, which is a no, no according to the rules. Charging 500 dollars for a cat isn’t an adoption fee. Second there are a lot of missing cats all over the lower mainland of Vancouver. If you let your cat outdoors, you have to keep in mind that there are raccoons, which would love nothing better than to have your cat for lunch. Then there are the big dogs and even coyotes, need I say more.
What I want to say, in no way is it cruel to let your cat live indoors, even in a small apartment. I have seen ads where people want to get rid of their cat because they move into an apartment and they somehow feel that Fluffy will be miserable. The fact is cats are flexible and adaptable, as long as you have their favorite things in your new apartment they will live gladly live there. Cat who live indoors, live longer than outdoor cats, they don’t get scared and run over by cars, get diseases or eat poisons, the list goes on and on.
I know that cats can adjust from my own personal experience. My Mother had a cat named Sammi who was an indoor/outdoor cat. When my Mom had to move out of her house to an apartment Sammi came along and approved of her new environment. She ended living to a ripe old age of 17. My cat Smokey was strictly an indoor cat all her life and she lived to 14 years old, I never had to worry that she would go missing. So next time you feel like getting rid of your pussycat, think twice about what is “really” best.
At the moment I am using an iPad app named “365 Topics”, that gives you a prompt or idea for journaling and blogging. Today’s prompt is to tell a story of “The Most Exciting Thing To Ever Happened To You”. At the top of my head there are a few things, one is going to California (I fell in love with San Francisco) and Arizona (I was able to see a real roadrunner) and on the way back winning two thousand dollars in Reno, Nevada.
The second thrill was meeting Ry Cooder in 1990, but mostly seeing and hearing him and David Lindley play “The Orpheum” in Vancouver, BC. One of the reasons it was so exhilarating was that in your lifetime your chances of getting hit by lightening are probably better, than ever seeing Ry play live. I thought, I would be stuck for the rest of my days listening to the soundtracks to “Paris Texas” and “Crossroads”. I was fortunate enough to have a close friend who knew David Lindley. David and my comrade were able to arrange the concert tickets, as well as getting us backstage.
The most comical event that happened, involved a couple sitting behind us. You have to remember that at the theatre there is no dance floor or any kind of area to strut your stuff. My friend and I were Cooder and Lindley fanatics, so all through the show we wiggled and danced in our seats. One of the so-called couple says to the other, “What is wrong with those two women in front of us?. The other leans into the other and says “That is how deaf people listen to music”. The concert was beyond my wildest dreams and then some.
After the show we waited so long to go backstage, that we almost missed meeting Ry, he was just about to leave. I said “hi”, and then stood there like an idiot trying not to look too guitar-struck. All wasn’t lost, David was there to save the day; he drove us home and I had the privilege of getting the infamous sideburn scraping. So in the end I was most impressed with David’s hospitality and grace.
Now that I have elaborated on a few of the exciting events in my life, and I am sure if I think about it there are probably more, and ones that are more lmportant and life changing, I would love to hear some of yours. Now let’s go out and do something electrifying and blog about it.
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