Archive for August, 2011

What is matter with you!?  Right away puts me on the defensive.  I know damn well I am flawed.  Maybe a more personal statement using “I” in it would be better.  As such:  what you are doing bothers me.  Make it a little more personal instead:  use exact terms.  Maybe give me a chance to explain my actions or even apologize for hurting you but don’t say, ‘What is a matter with you?!’  Give me a chance to talk.  Don’t shut me down.  Give me the benefit of the doubt.  You would want the same courtesy.  Communication is always a two way street.  Don’t assume you are always right.  Or justified.  Give me a chance.  That is all I ever wanted.

It is going to be odd meeting someone you played with as a child sixty years ago.  And then lost contact with.  What do you share of your life.  Sixty years is a lifetime.  What do you have to show for it?  His call from Paris came out of the blue.  Somehow he tracked me down.  I am nervous about meeting him and his family.  The rendezvous may only last sixty minutes.  We may tire of each other right away.  What do you relate that is important in that short period?  How can you possibly sum up the highlights of your life?  Should you even try?  Maybe, just enjoy each others company.  We will see.

Having pets is a privilege, especially my four dogs.  They do not know anything but to love and accept you.  They do not ask you what degrees you possess.  Sure each dog is an individual.  And they each have their own personality.  All you have to do is take care of them, make sure they have food and water and of course love them.  They do not know anything to do but to love you back.  They don’t care how much money you have.  They just love.  They do not disguise their feelings like many humans do.  If you call their name, they just wag their tail.  I am graced by them and maybe in a subsequent blog will talk at more length about each one.  They are a privilege.

The Feisty Hummingbird

Author: siggy

The hummingbird was feisty.  Despite at least an half a dozen bees who were hovering over the feeder, it was determined to sip nectar.  Its rear feathers expanded fan-like in an aggressive motion in response to the “invaders” to its personal space.  It was determined to get its share of sugar water.  I watched this scene from my large living room window with a bit of fascination.  The hummingbird would not be deterred by the swarming bees.  It was going to get its drink anyway.