Starting to spit rain out there already.
Tonight we get more rain, but for now, not so much.
Our Hoosierland weather for today finds us with mostly cloudy skies, breezy conditions, some showers, and an expected high of around 55 degrees. It can always be worse, right?
So, let's get that morning drink of choice and see what is going on elsewhere...
*** First out of the jewelry box, it's our WHO SAID THAT? quote:
“As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind.”
So who do you think said that, hmm?
The answer at the top of tomorrow's post.
Meanwhile, back at the Saturday Evening Post...
*** Next up, it's time to see "What the hell's been going on, Bob?"
OCTOBER 26 -
---Today is the National Day of the Deployed (and we wish them all well).
It's National Mule Day (I can somehow relate to this...must be my stubborn streak)
National Pumpkin Day (no surprise there).
And it's National Mincemeat Day
(not to be confused with the WW2 "Operation Mincemeat", which is a fascinating story)
*** Next up, the Indians blanked the Cubs last night (6-0)...and I watched some of the game..actually more baseball than I've watched in years...not bad.
Oh, and let's mention that he used to play for the FORT WAYNE WIZARDS (pre Tin Caps, when minor league baseball here was a lot more "intimate").
Gonna be an interesting series, that's for sure.
*** Next, more stupid from our own "locals":
---Okay, so here's one way NOT to park along S. Clinton St.:
|Maybe the SUV was shot by a walk-by pedestrian?|
The driver of the SUV (lying on it's side) is believed to have been impaired via alcohol.
(Well, most of the natives down here don't really have much ELSE to do all day or night, do they? None of these lazy-ass mooks work, and the few that do usually are somewhat "government-sponsored" anyway.
---And we have a nice drug bust that nets 8 (is enough?) for messing with spice:
|Welcome to the street called HIGH.|
The link has the names and charges...play along and see if YOU know any on the list.
*** Next, in case you were wondering about voter fraud (again) during this year's election freakshow, wonder no longer:
|The Dems Strike again.|
|Yes, dead lives DO matter.|
Doesn't matter if you're deceased these days...you can STILL vote (and often, too).
*** Next up, and speaking of the deceased, it's already been a week, since Rassie left our lives.
I can see that the holiday season is not something I'm really looking forward to, at least not THIS year.
Too many "empty chairs" about the house these days, or in the case of Christmas, empty stockings.
Since Penelope left in 2013, we've still put her stocking up...call it a nice habit of remembrance. After 17 years, you do such things without thinking.
It's the same way when I wake up each morning...cats make sure they get YOU on a "schedule"...and so it was with our cats. They were fed (religiously) around 0540 hrs every morning.
Why they chose that time, I will never know.
Wasn't really a chore, just something i got used to doing.
Not to mention, if I tried to bag another few minutes of sleep, the meows from the furry duo would not allow that.
Now, with Penny and Rassie gone, I startle myself awake, thinking I missed their feeding time...silly, huh?
Well, beats the blare from some clock alarm...
*** Last back to the junk drawer...part of any person's life is getting to know grief.
And, as you get older, the frequency of times that you find yourself grieving increases.
That's just the way life is, but that never makes any of those instances easier to bear.
FIVE stages of grief, for those of you not familiar with them:
Denial, anger, depression, bargaining and acceptance.
I can honestly say I usually do NOT follow the order that is typically laid out.
I often find myself even skipping a stage now and then, and that's dependent upon the particular circumstance.
Notice that the last stage is "acceptance"...it doesn't mean that grief goes away. It never has.
We just come to know that we will always have it with us as long as we live.
Love and compassion will do that to people, and as I stated...none of us are totally immune.
For, if we never really love, and have not the capacity to express compassion, we will not grieve.
Sure, it's painful, and it damn well hurts, but it's always in direct proportion to the feelings we had for whatever or whoever caused us to grieve in the first place.
And, any person who lacks the morality to know and express these feelings, can indeed become a lost soul. This is also by choice.
May none of us ever become that wrapped up in life, that we forget how to LIVE.
Stay SAFE out there, America.