Yesterday I got this photo of a squirrel eating at our fence. The other day there were 6 of them there when I tossed food out for them but when I moved to get my camera they all scattered so yesterday I just stood there at the door waiting for them to come to capture a photo but only one of them showed up. Oh,well. Buddy used to always sit there and pose proudly for photos every time he saw the camera but Beja is the opposite; every time he sees it he runs away(does he think I'm going to laser him or something?) so it's really hard to get a good photo of him. I also can't believe Christmas was already 2 months ago and in just 2 more months we would have had Beja for a year already and it would be a year since Buddy died. It actually went by quicker than I thought it would and Beja likes the snow more than Buddy did as well but Buddy was a grumpy old man though and grumpy old men don't like snow and Beja's still a kid and kids love it. Yesterday we also got graupel and when I was sitting outside smoking mi ganja I was suddenly hit with a snow squall that blasted me right in the face!
I also came across these old photos of me in 1986 when I was 19 and as you can see from the one here above I was always political and in the one below do you also notice the dart board in the background with former US Prez Reagan's face on it? I still have the brass bed,too. Looking back at old photos I was also surprised to see that I wasn't as ugly as a kid and teen as I thought I was and remember being, so maybe being molested, abused, and bullied they just made me think and feel I was and convinced me that I was, more so than I really actually was, but I still feel it today (some scars remain and never heal) and of course now I AM even more so because now I'm also old, fat, and wrinkly, too!!
In this photo you can also see my typical 80's-style shirt, and if I had a 5 pound chocolate bar like the 26 YR old does I estimate it would probably take me about a month to eat it,but maybe less, and I think the youngest already got tired of Adulting and he's just turning 19 next month(I got tired of it YEARS ago) and I was sad to hear former Toronto city councillor Giorgio Mammoliti died and he was just 64( which is just a year older than my hubby turns this year!) from an "accident at his cottage" (I wonder if it was a snowmobile accident or he fell off a ladder, down the stairs, or off the roof shovelling snow off and got a head injury?) and I liked him; the guy had balls and he defended conservative traditional values and thumbed his nose at Political Correctness. It's sad to think too that morning he would have got up and had his breakfast and done his usual routine not knowing it would be his last day alive.
You just never know.
Heartbreaking news: I didn’t die during my sleep.-User000000
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