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Dec. 23rd, 2019 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolfendreamsDid not realize how long it'd been since I posted! Time flies.
Sometimes. Not so much when you're working, lol.
Got a Christmas Eve lunch with a friend tomorrow. I know it's her and her husband, but I don't know who else might be there. I'm hoping not too many people. D and my mom don't like crowds or a ton of people, and to my knowledge, there won't be, but here's hoping. E will be fine. He's becoming much more adaptable in that area the more we work on things, which is good. I'm proud of him.
Proud of D too - he's really pushing himself to go. Way out of his comfort zone. Mom's too.
The rain and wind - it's so gross out. Everywhere you step it's squishy and water just seeps up. Flooding seems to be over - my yard at least partially disappears every time there's heavy rain. Gross! The wind was so bad it tore up the tarp over Nisha's run. Gonna have to replace it.
Busy next few days. At work I've been banning and muting people left and right for chat violations - everything from the last chance sanction for cussing to full-on hate speech and rape chat. So much for goodwill, huh? Of course, they're now writing in and the others in the regular tickets are telling me they're writing in whining and begging for their chat privileges back. Yeah right. Kids' game! No more chances!
It astounds me sometimes what people write in to customer support. Emails begging for their accounts to be released from sanctions they earned (some really bad), for free things, for stuff from a promotion from 2011...and sometimes they'll write in dozens and dozens of times for the same thing. And what's bothersome (to me anyway) is that it's not usually kids who are doing this. Some teens and preteens sure. But mostly 18-25 year olds. College age. Only know this cause they break more rules sending us their IDs!
No wonder ID theft is so rampant. People send us their driver's licenses, birth certificates, social security numbers, addresses, full credit card info. It's insane. And these aren't little kids. They should know better.
Got a pumpkin cheesecake cooling for the lunch tomorrow. Then when I get back, there's cleaning to do, and more baking (peanut butter cookies and pumpkin cheesecake bars! Yum!) Then Christmas Day dinner at mom's (Cornish hens, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, and of course, my dessert. I'm always the dessert person.)
Seems so odd still my grandparents' being gone.
Then on the 26th, it's to the vet for Wookie and Oreo to be fixed and Ellie a check up. Something still feels off with her, but I can't put my finger on what it is. Blood work shows up okay, or did, but something still feels off. I don't know what it is.
Most don't get it, but I can feel when something is off with the critters (people too). It creeps people out sometimes. It's like when you answer someone before they've actually said the question - you just feel it. I know something is off and she's still acting weird. I just don't know what it is. But I can't afford over 800 bucks worth of blood work. That's the trouble with rescuing, especially in an area like this - money.
Honeybear's health is declining. I expected that - she's around 14 at least, no teeth, nearly blind and deaf, heart failure and possibly renal issues. But she's still happy. And Nisha is still hanging in - she's outlived both her breeds by years and the heart failure is causing the coughing, but she's happy and still feisty.
You'd never know Mikey is 16. And Bean has come a long way from that malnourished 5-week old pup thrown out of a moving vehicle. He's such a silly dog.
12 cats, 5 dogs, and a variety of opossums of different ages (14 total, last count). At least opossums keep the raccoons away and can't carry rabies. Not to mention they eat ticks - I'm surrounded by woods and no one has gotten a tick at all.
You can't buy love. But you can rescue it. And when you think you've done nothing with your life and are worthless...look in the eyes of that animal you saved - be it a cat, dog, opossum, fox, squirrel, whatever. You see looking back trust and love and hope and you've saved a soul who might not be here without you, brought joy and love instead of pain and fear.
That's something. That's important. That's beating back the darkness of this world.
Helping people too, of course, is important. That's beating the dark too. I sometimes wonder about the family we used to help. A mom and dad, a little boy, living under a bridge. We gave them food, clothes, bought them camping gear, snuck them a teddybear at Christmas for their little one. I still remember the mom hugging me and the dad shaking D's hand and trying not to cry. I know they made it to Florida to his brother's and he'd gotten a good job. I hope they are still doing well.
I can't change the world. But I can bring a bit of light in the form of an extra cookie to brighten a child's day at the soup kitchen, wrapping up a meal to take it outside to the homeless vet with PTSD who can't bring himself to come inside so at least he gets a warm meal, feeding a hungry soul be it four-legged or two, helping someone hold on just a little longer until their door opens for help or until a home is available for that kitten who no one wanted.
And maybe...maybe that's all I'm supposed to do. Maybe that's my entire reason - just to scatter light with tiny flames, here and there, however I can. Sometimes I think I must be on the right track, because I get hate for it.
So Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, whatever you say to you. Go scatter the light.
Sometimes. Not so much when you're working, lol.
Got a Christmas Eve lunch with a friend tomorrow. I know it's her and her husband, but I don't know who else might be there. I'm hoping not too many people. D and my mom don't like crowds or a ton of people, and to my knowledge, there won't be, but here's hoping. E will be fine. He's becoming much more adaptable in that area the more we work on things, which is good. I'm proud of him.
Proud of D too - he's really pushing himself to go. Way out of his comfort zone. Mom's too.
The rain and wind - it's so gross out. Everywhere you step it's squishy and water just seeps up. Flooding seems to be over - my yard at least partially disappears every time there's heavy rain. Gross! The wind was so bad it tore up the tarp over Nisha's run. Gonna have to replace it.
Busy next few days. At work I've been banning and muting people left and right for chat violations - everything from the last chance sanction for cussing to full-on hate speech and rape chat. So much for goodwill, huh? Of course, they're now writing in and the others in the regular tickets are telling me they're writing in whining and begging for their chat privileges back. Yeah right. Kids' game! No more chances!
It astounds me sometimes what people write in to customer support. Emails begging for their accounts to be released from sanctions they earned (some really bad), for free things, for stuff from a promotion from 2011...and sometimes they'll write in dozens and dozens of times for the same thing. And what's bothersome (to me anyway) is that it's not usually kids who are doing this. Some teens and preteens sure. But mostly 18-25 year olds. College age. Only know this cause they break more rules sending us their IDs!
No wonder ID theft is so rampant. People send us their driver's licenses, birth certificates, social security numbers, addresses, full credit card info. It's insane. And these aren't little kids. They should know better.
Got a pumpkin cheesecake cooling for the lunch tomorrow. Then when I get back, there's cleaning to do, and more baking (peanut butter cookies and pumpkin cheesecake bars! Yum!) Then Christmas Day dinner at mom's (Cornish hens, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, biscuits, and of course, my dessert. I'm always the dessert person.)
Seems so odd still my grandparents' being gone.
Then on the 26th, it's to the vet for Wookie and Oreo to be fixed and Ellie a check up. Something still feels off with her, but I can't put my finger on what it is. Blood work shows up okay, or did, but something still feels off. I don't know what it is.
Most don't get it, but I can feel when something is off with the critters (people too). It creeps people out sometimes. It's like when you answer someone before they've actually said the question - you just feel it. I know something is off and she's still acting weird. I just don't know what it is. But I can't afford over 800 bucks worth of blood work. That's the trouble with rescuing, especially in an area like this - money.
Honeybear's health is declining. I expected that - she's around 14 at least, no teeth, nearly blind and deaf, heart failure and possibly renal issues. But she's still happy. And Nisha is still hanging in - she's outlived both her breeds by years and the heart failure is causing the coughing, but she's happy and still feisty.
You'd never know Mikey is 16. And Bean has come a long way from that malnourished 5-week old pup thrown out of a moving vehicle. He's such a silly dog.
12 cats, 5 dogs, and a variety of opossums of different ages (14 total, last count). At least opossums keep the raccoons away and can't carry rabies. Not to mention they eat ticks - I'm surrounded by woods and no one has gotten a tick at all.
You can't buy love. But you can rescue it. And when you think you've done nothing with your life and are worthless...look in the eyes of that animal you saved - be it a cat, dog, opossum, fox, squirrel, whatever. You see looking back trust and love and hope and you've saved a soul who might not be here without you, brought joy and love instead of pain and fear.
That's something. That's important. That's beating back the darkness of this world.
Helping people too, of course, is important. That's beating the dark too. I sometimes wonder about the family we used to help. A mom and dad, a little boy, living under a bridge. We gave them food, clothes, bought them camping gear, snuck them a teddybear at Christmas for their little one. I still remember the mom hugging me and the dad shaking D's hand and trying not to cry. I know they made it to Florida to his brother's and he'd gotten a good job. I hope they are still doing well.
I can't change the world. But I can bring a bit of light in the form of an extra cookie to brighten a child's day at the soup kitchen, wrapping up a meal to take it outside to the homeless vet with PTSD who can't bring himself to come inside so at least he gets a warm meal, feeding a hungry soul be it four-legged or two, helping someone hold on just a little longer until their door opens for help or until a home is available for that kitten who no one wanted.
And maybe...maybe that's all I'm supposed to do. Maybe that's my entire reason - just to scatter light with tiny flames, here and there, however I can. Sometimes I think I must be on the right track, because I get hate for it.
So Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, whatever you say to you. Go scatter the light.
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Date: 2019-12-24 05:38 am (UTC)I imagine that being around so many animals, you "speak" their body language, and that's contributing to your sense of something going on. Not to diminish your instinct or empathy. But I think that when we're around other creatures, we are more likely to develop perception skills we wouldn't use if only around humans, relying on spoken communication.