Both Ways

Example #1

The saying goes, "you can't have it both ways".

I disagree

I like pets, however, time to care for one or two and finances, keep me from owning a pet.

Frankly, I miss my Molly. She was the cutest little doggie I ever had. Doggie, because she was teeny weeny. She could fit in my purse. Long white hair that curled over her big loving eyes.....but that's another story.

Can I have it both ways? Sure I can!

I kinda sorta have 2 cats. I don't know there names but am contemplating that process. They both belong to my neighbor. When I first moved in 7 months ago, they scattered from my back porch when I opened the door to say hello. About a month ago, one of the two female cats wandered in my place, making her way from bedroom to bedroom, down the hall then shot out the front door as if she finally realized she was in the wrong home. Cute as can be and it made me smile.

Now she stands on the top of the stairs staring in the screen door as if asking me if she can come in...and play. :)

The other cat adores the patio table on the back porch. One day I noticed the table was knocked over. Poor cat, she must of jumped too quickly off the table, causing it to knock over.

I could ramble on about my life with the cats but I will get to the point.

Yes, I get cat hair on my clothes.

Yes, I have the blessing of unconditional love, as pets offer that.

No, I don't have to feed them.

No, I don't have to find a pet sitter while I am away or clean a litter box.

So you see, in my opinion, you CAN have it both ways.

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Example #2

Endless nights

So, do tell, what came into your memory bank - a positive or negative image?

Me - an endless night memory or two of pleasant ponderings rambled through my head and touched my heart. Memories can do that you know. Ever have one of the nights you hoped could last forever?

The downer to that is, endless nights can go both ways. The rule does not follow then of the inability of having it both ways.

Unfortunately, I recall more negative, fearful, lonely endless nights. Nights I thought would never end.

How about you?

Care to share?

More

Rarely do I post twice on one day but today feels different.
Ready or not....below is part two of part one.
Only thing is, neither you nor I knew that one writing would lead to another...isn't that just the way the world goes sometimes? I can't put my finger on it, but somehow I felt that what is stirring in my heart relates to the Egg post. I knew when I woke up this morning on the couch that I just might have a more productive day if I can put my words in print. I know..you might be thinking crazy talk but it works for me.

Last Night

There is is -
Do you hear it?

There it is -
Do you see it?

Don't burden yourself with wondering what 'it' is. Keep reading instead, if you have the time.

The end of another day has come. I don't know what day it is other than a day off from work. I watched a movie while painting my toe nails. It's quite a process for me. I yet have figured out how to configure my legs, feet and hands to get my toenails close enough to paint them rather than my toes! I think I spend most of the time with Q-tips smothered in nail polish remover getting rid of the polish that I somehow applied to my toes.

Which explains why I only do this process once a month or go to visit my local manicurist and allow her the pleasure.

Are you with me on that one?

The movie ended. I looked out the living room window and decided it was late enough to head to bed. After all, the sun had gone down. I turned off the TV grabbed my coffee cup and as I walked it into the kitchen, swallowed down the last drop, which by that time, was rather cold.

I rinsed out the few dishes that were in the sink, calling it good and made my way to my bedroom. I didn't turn the light on. The moon gave me enough light to find my way to the window. That is my favorite night place to be. That is when and where the stars and I have a one sided night time conversation. I heard a train passing along the tracks not far down the road. I opened the window to hear what other night sounds were waiting for me. It could of been neighbors chatting or dogs barking but all I could hear were vehicles making their way along the highway a mile from the place I call home.

That wasn't enough for me so I took a gander at the sky, hoping to see a star or two dance for me. I felt empty as I looked out the window, unable to find one star. I wondered where they were. I missed them last night. I pondered sending a good night message to the stars via the clouds that hid them from my view but was uncertain if they would deliver the message much like one of my sons who can even write down a phone message and yet still, not deliver it. hmmm seems those pieces of paper float away or is it they disintegrate...I suppose his excuse would have something to do with the latest movie he watched...once I think he mentioned Iron Man in his excuse...silly boy

I felt lonely. Sometimes I just do for no particular reason at all.

I left the window open and crawled in my bed. The covers gave me no comfort.
I pulled back the covers, made my way to find my note pad and pen and began to write. Writing for me, is the one thing that fills my needs in a way that nothing else can. It helps me put my emotions into words, kinda sorta sort through things and rid myself of what I might be wrestling with.

Is that something you can relate to?

I did some writing, saw the time on the clock and figured it was time to lay my head down, close my eyes and hope rest would find me.

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It is morning now. Turns out the stars that I waited for last night showed up AFTER I gave up standing at the window. Do you suppose the clouds were keeping them from me on purpose? Maybe they kept the cloud covering over the stars so I would give them equal time in appreciation. Tis true, I adore star gazing.

At this moment, I am on the couch, which is where I ended up sleeping after being unable to find rest last night. The sun is up. The birds are making ready for a new summer's day. It's 5:57 a.m., my coffee cup is once again filled with hot coffee. The curtains are opened but the tall trees are blocking my view of the sky which I am certain is dotted with clouds this morning. I had decided last night that today I would do some cloud watching. However, as I have discovered the trees are blocking my view, I wonder if they too are making a statement, wanting equal time in my day.

...and so it is, I wonder if I will ever be capable of making anyone or anything happy

why is it that I place myself at the bottom of the 'make happy' list

will I wrestle with myself all my life

Eggs

I like eggs -

hard boiled

warm deviled egg and avocado sandwiches

quiche - major yummy!

scrambled - don't forget the salsa

Egg shells -

you can dye them anytime, not just on Easter

empty shells make a cool sound

Egg shell walking -

I don't like it

So, why do I continue with that pattern?

I'm experienced at it

I have gotten to be rather good at it

It's what I seem to do best

I haven't figured out that fine line of speaking up AND out for myself without seeming to me, to be rude.

...and so it is, I often walk on egg shells

HELP!

Comment

Dear Sunnycalgirl

I value your input ie. comments on my posts.

Too bad you didn't live closer.

We could 'do coffee' one day.

Signals

i've been sending you signals

i've been giving you signs

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i didn't receive the signals in the way you sent them

i was unable to read the signs

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perhaps if the signals had been sent in some sort of code via night stars

they twinkle on and off, kinda sorta giving me signs and signals of their own, of which i am very fond of receiving

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i wonder if we will ever be on the same page

i wonder if i too send you signals and signs that you might misread

i wonder if you wonder what i am wondering....

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and then there are the clouds-

i googled for a picture of clouds and printed in the 'non-word' ckloud

google understood

google said, 'did you mean cloud'

google didn't even use a question mark

that is how clear they were on what i was wanting/talking about

why can't relationships be the same

why is it people don't or can't be more clear on things that are said

having less misunderstandings

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but that isn't so

clouds - why

i view clouds in this way

(perhaps the same way you do)

they are almost always moving

continually forming new shapes

some, dark in color, kinda sorta appearing menacing

others, white as snow

wispy, inviting, alluring,

without touching them

i can almost feel their softness

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relationships

stars with twinkling signals

clouds changing form

hmmm

it's all very complicated - to me

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THE END

Happy Fourth of July

Princess

Hmmm I wonder if I obsess about being a princess.

Oh well, enough wondering...

I have a second part time job at a department store. The other day I was moved from clothing to the toys, lawn and garden departments so I can get to know the whole store.

Yippee! I can be among plants. I like plants, they always seem happy.

Yippee! No more picking up clothing parents have allowed their children to pull off the hangers - or did they.

As I straightened shelves in the toy department, I came across the little princess section.

Ooooo...princess shoes with foo foo. How lovely they were.

Ooooo...princess crowns with assorted colored gems. My how they sparkled.

Ooooo...princess clothing, some with pink, some with purple fluffy fur. Just the right colors and softness that I adore.

None of which mattered as I do not wear a child's size.

sigh

As I moved my way to other shelves that required my attention, my mind drifted back to the princess attire. Why - just because

...and so it was, I wondered as I too often do:

Do you suppose a princess wears her crown 24/7?

I might consider it

Do princesses really sleep on 100 mattresses all piled high with a pea under her pillow?

It might bruise my tender skin so I would opt out

Would a princess truly kiss a frog? If so, do they always turn into handsome princes?

Who me, kiss a frog...don't be silly

Is it true that a princess lives happily ever after forever and through eternity with her prince?

I am doubtful

Does a princess have the voice of an angel and sing songs in the woods among the tender creatures that live there while holding a blue bird on her raised finger while the bird tweets in tune with her?

I having issues with the whole scenario

Finally, do you suppose it is princess like to snore....

I suppose, only the chamber maid who waits outside in the hall, listening for the bell that sits on the night table near the sleeping princess, to ring requesting her service, is the only one who knows for sure.

...and so I wonder if the chamber maid has ever been interviewed on Oprah... there I go again...wondering