Heavy Dog

Most dogs I know make themselves heavy when they don't want to do something.

Putting Pawley in the bathtub = heavy dog

Carrying Raggs to the house from the yard = heavy dog

Pulling Mille from under a bed, carrying her downstairs, taking her outside to go the bathroom after a thunderstorm = really heavy dog

Toting Snoop (our dog from childhood) upstairs = heavy dog

Carrying Snoop downstairs (with a hand over his eyes so he wouldn't be nervous) = heavy dog

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You know, it's not a bad idea!

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Woman not wanting to leave knitting = heavy woman

Woman binge watching Netflix = heavy woman

Woman puttering in yard = heavy woman

Woman reading in the hammock = heavy woman

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Bill could drag me, but I don't think he could carry me without acquiring a hernia.

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When there are things we don't want to do, but we know we have to do them, I think we all kind of become heavy dogs (or as I say, heavy woman).  I have been trying to identify "those" facets of my life and power through them.  I can't say I'm always successful, but I've had my share of successes in the past week.   I'm walking more.  Drinking more water.  Eating more vegetables.  Eating less sweets.  Reading more.  Asking deeper questions.  Listening more.  Playing more bridge.

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It's Friday night, this "heavy dog" is going to knit and think.  (Oooooooo, and I am going to watch the last four episodes of "Breaking Bad."

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So, pop me with a rolled up newspaper!  Heavy dog!

My Deer Stand of Life

When I'm traveling down the back roads of Georgia, spotting a deer stand always, I said, always makes me smile.  I think about the thoughtful planning that goes into deciding where to set up a stand.  Those stands become home away from homes for hunters who are waiting for the right shot.

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My deer stand of life tends to be the hammock.  I'm not a hunter of deer, I'm a hunter of hope.  I want to make the world a better place.  I want people to talk to each other.  I want all of us to work together for the good of our county.

I'm an observer of those folks who are so dogmatic about their beliefs are the right beliefs.  Their actions are the right actions.  Their way is the only way.

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I don't think so.

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Compromise is the key to moving forward.  Bill could eat Mexican food every night of the week.  I could not.  I like Mexican food, but I can't eat it every night.  I would get surly if I was made to eat Mexican food every night.  (Sidebar:  I would also be the size of Rhode Island.)

Balance seems to be the key.

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Ecclesiastes 3

King James Version (KJV)

3 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

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So, from the hammock I wonder about those who know that their way is the only way.  My life isn't one extreme or the other.....I float in that middle area.....trying to give more than I get....trying to love more than I hate....trying to listen more than I say.....trying to make the world a better place one day at a time.  

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Last week it was the ice storm.  This week it's 75 degrees and I'm in the hammock.  Life can change in the blink of an eye-- enjoy your "deer stand" wherever it may be.