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Hobbes got a new tunnel…
Yep, he likes it! 😄👍❤️
I am trying to trap Mickey, the one outside the trap. I have been trying for 4 months… will not go through the door! Inside Goldie is enjoying the catnip and Mickey just will not go through that door!
Sammy snoring next to me❤️❤️❤️
Before he fell asleep he was getting belly rubs. 😍
WHAT IF THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL IS THE OPENING AND YOUR ENTRY INTO A NEW HOSPITAL ROOM?
“Time always exposes what you mean to someone.”
— Unknown
That is just the cutest sit posture I have ever seen!!!
Sammy is asking “Do you miss me?"
Another walk through the park to the woods for birds. Hope you’re not too bored with the same scenes all the time. I love watching how they change
I’ve followed @geopsych’s blog for many years. First because it is near where my parent’s ( now long gone) Pennsylvania home in New Tripoli, Pa was located. But I have come to appreciate what a great eye and skill as a photographer she has. The landscapes are truly alive and it is the next best thing to being there! And she has a beautiful cat!!
Researchers discovered evidence of enormous Kraken-like creatures who hunted in the seas some 100 million years ago, competing with large ap
A hundred million years ago during the late Cretaceous period, the oceans were filled with giant predators, prowling for their next meal. There was the mosasaur — a giant toothy marine reptile (and a surprise hero in Jurassic World). There were large sharks. And now, in the journal Science, researchers present evidence for ancient colossal octopuses — what they believe are the largest invertebrates ever described. Using innovative fossil reconstruction techniques, the researchers revealed remnants of two extinct species locked inside large rocks. They appear to have been up to 60-feet long — longer than a school bus — rivaling other apex predators of the time, and calling to mind the Kraken of legend.
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by Stephanie Rew
I wrote a eulogy
"I wrote a eulogy for my best friend last week. Then I read it to him. At the pub. On a Tuesday."
He was alive, holding a pint, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. Maybe I have.
I'm Mick. I'm 70. The man across the table was Barry. Seventy-two. Best mate for 46 years. Met on a building site in 1979. He dropped a plank on my foot. I called him something unrepeatable. He bought me a pint after the shift. Haven't gone a week without talking since.
Three months ago we went to a funeral. Bloke we'd worked with. Cancer. The eulogies were beautiful - people saying what he meant to them, things they'd clearly never said to his face. And all I could think was, he can't hear any of this.
Every beautiful sentence. Every "he changed my life." Said to a room of crying people and a box of wood.
I turned to Barry. Whispered, "What a waste."
Drove home. Couldn't sleep. Because I realised, if Barry died tomorrow, I'd stand up and say extraordinary things about this man. Things I've never said in 46 years. And he'd be in the box, missing all of it.
So I wrote them down. Took a week. Harder than expected - not finding the words, but admitting I had them.
Rang him. "Tuesday. The Crown. Need to read you something."
"Have you joined a book club?"
"Just come."
Same corner table. Pint of bitter. Crisps. I pulled out the paper. He saw my hands shake.
"Mick. What's this?"
"Your eulogy. I'm reading it now because I'm not wasting it on a day you can't hear it."
"Have you gone mad?"
"Probably. Shut up and listen."
I read it. In a pub. To a man very much alive and very much uncomfortable.
I told him about the plank and how it was the best injury of my life. About the night he drove forty minutes in rain to help change a tyre. About how he rang every day for three months after my divorce and never once asked "Are you alright?" - just talked about football and weather, because he knew I didn't need a question. I needed a voice.
I told him he was the funniest man I'd ever known and his jokes were terrible and both things were true. That he'd been a better father than he thinks. That his wife's a saint and he knows it. That I'd have been a worse man without him.
He didn't look at me. Stared at his pint. Jaw tight. Doing that thing men do when the feelings arrive and they'd rather swallow glass than show it.
When I finished, long silence. Then he picked up his pint, took a sip, and said,
"You're paying for the next round. And the one after."
That was his answer. Perfect. Because Barry doesn't say "I love you too." He says "you're buying."
But in the car park, he hugged me. Not the quick back-pat. A real one. Thirty seconds. Neither let go first.
And he said quietly into my shoulder, "Don't read that again at the real one. I want new material."
Who would you write a eulogy for - while they're still here?
Don't wait. The flowers can't hear. The box doesn't laugh. Say it now. At the pub. Over a bad cup of tea. You'll feel ridiculous.
They'll look uncomfortable. It'll be the most important thing you've ever done.
Read them the speech while they can still hug you in the car park.”
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A rainbow feather in the sky over Jiangyin, China. This is a real and rare atmospheric event called cloud iridescence - Author: Double_Flamingoes