“Where’s Ani?” said my younger son, peering round the room suspiciously. Under normal circumstances he would not have made it through the door without being leaped upon in ecstasy…
“She’s not home yet…”
“Doesn’t seem right… way too quiet….”
“…and tidy!” I add, indicating the cushions still in their proper place. My son grinned in acknowledgement. The small dog has a presence… and she is missed.
However, it was undeniably nice to sit down and natter over a coffee for a little while without the sempiternal tennis ball. It has been a busy few days… but I am finally home, now with a grinning small dog in attendance. A leisurely drive north away from the motorways took me through some beautiful countryside on Thursday, stopping occasionally on the way. The land is wet, but very green and signs of spring are everywhere from the catkins to the crocuses, the daffodils…
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Release your inner artist
Remember you mundane object? Read on – but don’t be tempted to change your mind about what you have chosen!
Well, here’s the thing. I’m going to let you into a secret. Whatever you have chosen is the most important thing on the planet! Without it life ceases to exist. It really is that important. However, ONLY YOU HAVE THIS SECRET!
Now is the time to share it with the world so that life can go on. Tell us about it.
Why is it disguised in the manner we see before us?
What is its real use?
How was it invented?
Who originally discovered it?
…… let your imagination run riot and tell us all about it.
Just visiting? Take up the gauntlet and write about this on your blog, linking back here. Go on, you know you can do it.
Let’s save the world!
This is horrifying!
A recent paper published by the scientific journal Marine Policy estimated that 100 million sharks are killed per year (the paper said the number could be as high as 270 million).
If you’re wondering, sharks kill about 12 people per year.
The main culprit is the black market for shark fins in China and the surrounding territories, where shark fin soup is a delicacy and shark fins are often believed to have mystical healing powers.
Most “finned” sharks are thrown back into the ocean, where they are unable to properly maneuver. They either sink to the ocean floor and suffocate or are eaten by other predators.
If you break down 100 million annual deaths, it gives you about 11,417 sharks killed every hour (more than 190 sharks every minute).
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Important blog to read.
I am impressed and love it so. Hugs, Barbara
“What do you think should be done?”
That was the obvious question that Mr. Pingree, the principle of Her Lady of the River Cross Elementary School asked Ms Higgins, the matron over the girls.
Ms Higgins, who usually existed in a higher state of perpetual fluster than the typical woman of her years only threw up her hands in abject frustration, a frown of the most dignified comfluxedness that she could muster pulling the corners of her mouth down to the point Mr. Pingree thought her lips might fall off.
Mr. Pingree smiled on the inside…..
“I’m at my wits end” she chirped, swinging her arms widely in a dramatic display of contested submission before dropping them back to clasp together into a tangle of twisting phalangial turmoil.
Mr. Pingree, a jolly, absent-minded man at the best of times was on the downhill slope of 60 years old. He was…
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Well what do you know friends? I was awakened this morning by a call setting up the next appointment in my seemingly never-ending dentistry saga! That makes a total of two appointments set for the upcoming weeks (the first was set on Friday for the relatively minor cleaning…
Today has been a total blur, from the moment I woke up this morning I have not stopped. In fact as I write this now I am sitting in my car waiting for my son to finish his basketball training session. Fortunately I had the good sense to bring coffee in my travel mug, and a half eaten block of chocolate that my kids had left in the pantry, along as company.
Mondays are busy enough as they are at work, but today we had two meetings added to the mix as well. Needless to say it felt like I accomplished nothing today. There wasn’t even time for lunch, that’s how flat out it was.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining. I knew well in advance that this week was going to be busy. I guess I just didn’t count on all little extras that have popped up…
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