My friend Katybeth nudged me some time ago that Halloween was on its way and I should get Dallas all gussied up and ready to join in the spirit of the occasion.
So here is our semblance of a Halloween card:
Go ahead and laugh (Domer did, when he saw it).
‘It looks like you’ve Photoshopped my dog onto a beach.’
Well, yes. Yes, it does.
Worse, it looks like poor Dallas has no backside!
(Probably sank in all that sand.)
Once you’ve had your laugh, hop on over to Katybeth’s blog and see how the pros do it. I can’t figure it out and spent way more time than is seemly just trying!
Maybe if we leave you with some surfing music you won’t hate us too much — Happy Halloween, everyone!
P.S. I’m not doing NaNoWriMo (the write-your-novel-in-a-month challenge), but I *do* have to crank it up a notch on book two of my series, and this is as good a time as any. Before the holiday festivities, you know. So I won’t be around much for the next couple of weeks. Enjoy your Fall, and we’ll chat soon!
It is more blessed to give than to receive ~ The Bible
Most of us, I imagine, are more comfortable being on the giving end of things than on the receiving.
We donate to our churches, political parties, schools, charitable causes. We give freely of our time and talents to our families and communities.
But what happens when we’re thrust into the role of receiving help?
In any household, junk accumulates to fill the space available for its storage. ~Boston’s Irreversible Law of Clutter
They say one man’s trash is another’s treasure, but I can’t think of a single soul who’d be interested in the old storage shed Dallas told you about a couple of years ago.
It’s empty as a box of chocolates hours after Valentine’s Day.
But it’s still here.
Perhaps I should explain.
There are defeats more triumphant than victories. ~Michel de Montaigne, French Renaissance Philosopher
Typically, I’m the one doing the firing.
I’ve had to sever ties with clients over the years for one reason or another, and I’ve never regretted doing so.
But somehow it feels different on the receiving end.
A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. ~Edward de Bono, Maltese physician, philosopher, author
Like with JFK’s passing
Or the Challenger explosion,
Uniting us all.
Where we were
What we were doing
When 9/11/01 rolled around.
An ordinary day
For work or school.
Became dark with terror.
Planes hitting buildings,
Too many gone too soon.
A flurry of prayers
Forgotten faith reignited.
Stiffer security measures.
And by remembering
Honor those who no longer can.
If I were to begin life again, I would devote it to music. It is the only cheap and unpunished rapture upon earth. ~Sydney Smith, English writer and cleric
Helps keep my rhythms even.
Apps for everything!
I’m working on a particularly tricky sonatina by a Danish composer in my flute lessons this summer.
Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got. ~Robert Brault, American writer
Sometimes it’s the little things
That pierce us to the core.
The little snubs, the little sneers,
The expressions we abhor.
In their defense they might not know
The arrows they are sending.
The words they say or leave unsaid
The hearts they’re blithely rending.
But sometimes it’s the little hurts
The brutal stomps upon our pride
That nag us for the longest while
And over time get magnified.
I’ve heard it takes a bigger person
To forgive and forget life’s pains.
We think revenge, we spout invectives
When ’tis better to release the chains.
Calm yourself and ground yourself
In beauty and in peace.
You’re special, valued, and capable
Let your fears and worries cease.
There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast. ~Author unknown (applies to dogs, too!)
Rain morphs to downpour
Lightning flashes; thunder cracks
Get up now, Mama!
Make the other person feel important — and do it sincerely. ~ Dale Carnegie, American writer and developer of courses in self-improvement, public speaking, etc.
Several days ago, my path crossed with that of a stranger, and every time I recall it, I smile.
When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. ~Chinese Proverb
Why is it that we labor extensively over choosing flowers, planting them, locating them in what should be ideal spots, watering and fertilizing them, and even talking to them, only to have this happen: