It’s a quiet morning here at the Akita house. I’m up because I’m an early bird and the akitas got up with me. Neither of them are morning doggies but they get up, reluctantly, because I’m up.
It’s Saturday morning, so by all rights, I should be sleeping but it’s dark outside and quiet. I love mornings like this. It’s as if the entire world is still asleep. It’s quiet, peaceful and still. There’s time to get a second cup of coffee or to linger over a book or to journal.
Mornings like this, I tend to give the doggies extra kisses and hugs. I kneel by their side and ask them if they had good doggie dreams. I kiss their soft furry heads and tell them what’s going to happen today. They blink, sigh, close their eyes and fall asleep.
River has had his breakfast and is back in dreamland. This is very early for him. Besides, he’s never been a high energy dog and he likes nothing more than to sleep by my feet.
Ocean is still considering her kibble. It doesn’t have anything special this morning and she’s not sure she wants to dignify the offering with her attention. Still, she doesn’t want River to eat it, so she’ll lay by the bowl and sleep there. Kisses given and compliments paid, she’s going to sleep. She is not and has never been a morning doggie. Eventually, I’ll have to take her food away, if only so that she can go back to her cushion and have a proper nap.
I’ll have to take get up and give her still more kisses and encourage her to eat her kibble again. If she refuses, then I’ll take it away. She’ll go back to her cushion then, for a more comfortable nap. River won’t leave my side, no matter how comfortable the cushion is. He’s pretty stuck on me.
There are a million things to do, emails to answer, bills to be paid and disasters to correct today. But they can all wait for a bit. Right now, things are quiet, I have a cup of coffee at my side and my lovely doggies at my feet. What else can a girl ask for?
The thoughts and prayers of an entire country are with Saskatchewan today and the horrible tragedy that just took place there.
My hope is that, in time, the families find peace. Words cannot express the sorrow I feel at this loss.
I was at the used book store and wondered off into an unfamiliar area…and found these two books.
They are certainly not my usual reads but I was curious and, completely on impulse, took them home.
‘The Catholic Church: A short history’ by Hans Kung is a historical chronicle of the Catholic Church. It explains what happened to make this church what and how it is today. What I found fascinating was the facts about how the Catholic Church reacted to historical events, such as the Holocaust and how people and councils made and formed it. It explains people such as Martin Luther, the Second Vatican Council and how and why they happened. It was like getting an inside perspective. I found the book riveting.
‘Why I became an Atheist; by John W. Loftus‘ explains the journey of the man from ordained minister to atheist. When I picked up the book, I had questions, mainly, I wondered what it would take for someone to do such a change in their beliefs. Mr. Loftus explains just that without trying to convince the reader. This book isn’t an attempt at indoctrination, rather an explanation of why someone changed their mind in such a profound way. I found it fascinating.
Certainly, these are not my usual reads but I find reading about people and what they believe really interesting. And I read these books all in one afternoon. They’re really a fascinating read.
We finally have sunshine and it’s glorious.
I remember reading Firestarter by Stephen King and it talks about the expression on the heroine’s face after she’s been kept indoors for months and she finally sees the sunshine. The book goes on to say that prisoners who finally see the sun have that same expression.
I know exactly what that expression looks like.
I see it on every Canadian face on days like this. They walk around in a daze, amazed that this is real and they’re not dreaming.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s still cold. There’s still snow on the ground.
We don’t care.
The sunshine is a thing of beauty. It’s like gold from the sky. We haven’t seen it in over 4 months and we really, really like it.
Animals and people alike appear from where ever they were hibernating to come out in slow motion. Cautious; wondering if the miracle they see is real.
Spring is here.
My hubby just went in for surgery. Eye surgery, that is. While I shudder at the thought of going in for a major medical procedure, eye surgery is supposed to be a minor, quick, almost drive-through event. One minute you have glasses, zap! and the next you don’t.
Since he couldn’t very well drive himself there and back, I was recruited into helping and here I am, on a Tuesday when I should be at work, rambling to you, my lovely readers because I’m nursing my
big baby hubby.
I’m actually excited for the big guy because I always thought he had beautiful eyes and they were always hidden behind his glasses. But, as well, he’ll be able to see without them now and that’s gotta be exciting.
Still, I’m not excited about having to put eye drops into his eyes. In fact, I’m sort of dreading that part.
My hubby is a little…protective about his eyes.
Did I mention they had to sedate him at the laser eye clinic? Yeap. I don’t have any sedatives now.
I’m thinking putting eye drops in his eyes is going to be like doing dentistry on a crocodile.
Wish me luck.
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