Blowin' In The Wind...

Blowin' In The Wind...

Good Morning!

That last entry about suicide, (friend of a friend), has certainly left me feeling quite empty inside for everyone that this has touched. I thank you all for your extended kindnesses and sharing. It means a lot to a great deal of people.

Do you notice that suicide, like sex, is somehow a verboten topic? Like if we hide it under a rock somewhere it won't happen?
Not true. I believe it is one of the topics that need the MOST discussion.

And I also believe that if one says they have never thought of their own death, (whether by their own call or Gods), they are quite simply a liar. We have all thought about our own death; with the majority saying "please let me pass as I sleep"...

When once asked by a counselor if she had entertained thoughts of her own death, one of my daughters had responded that she had. She was then put on a suicide hold for 72 hours.
Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do in her case; as she knew that to answer any differently would have been to lie. And maybe it was.
I believe it all goes back to 'when it is our time to die, we WILL die.'
It is as simple as that.

But back to Flintville.
Casey has had quite a few days of feeling much brighter than she has in a long time. Is it possible that this all is waning for her?
I surely hope so.
So we can put these last few years of pain etc behind us.
And SHE can get on with being a normal 20 year old. hehehe (It has just occured to me that I have used the word "normal" in speaking about Casey)!
Yup, still laughing!

We walked back to the woods the other day; as the snow squalls actually went all around us...
(And thankfully so).

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But it was very windy too.
Those nasty winds have died down now for the most partnow. Before they calmed, they had left a bushel basket flying around the fields.

Punk did not like this at all... Growling at the defenseless thing...

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While her beloved Casey laughed at her!

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Casey had also stolen Miss Millys squeak toy...

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And Miss Milly had to fetch it from Casey.
Punk knows it isn't hers, (most of the time anyway)...

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So Miss Punkin has to find her own entertainment in the woods...
She still has a penchant for pulling big weeds out for me;
but was a bit er, um, "stumped" by this "weed"...

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She did get it trimmed an extra foot though!
But was quite upset that she couldn't pull it all the way out too.

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Walking further along was another surprise for the dogs;
AND for us too!
And it sure wasn't a wayward basket either...

(Bear in mind that we are walking on top of the ridge;
the ridge being at least 200 feet UP from the river)...

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Bear?
(Did someone say "bear")?

The Punkster sniffs with caution...

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The fish, whatever kind it was...
Quite dead, but not stinking yet either...
We have absolutely NO idea how it got there, or why it was abandoned.

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Casey said 'BEAR'. (And she's probably right too).

We decided to keep our walk a bit shorter then...

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And once more, Milly had to dance for her "squeak"...

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Dancing being such an exhausting sport for her,
she was more than happy to get back to her cozy kennel.

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A drink of water, a few bites of kibbles, and she slept the rest of the day.

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Punk cannot dance; though she looks like she wants to.
Please >CLICK HERE<
if you don't already know what happened to her as a wee pup;
and WHY she can't dance now. Or ever...

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My own darn foot held out. And while it is still a bit painful, it is getting better all the time.

..."Time" ~that glorious healer...

I'd better close.
(The danged maid quit and my house is a disaster area). hehehe

Love to all!

XOXO
Anne

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Originally posted on my 360 Thursday November 8, 2007 - 09:16am (CST)