It’s been a long time since I’ve absolutely been at a loss as to what to write. Yesterday and today definitely count as losses. I don’t know how your home works, but we have our fair share of doomsday declarers and paranoid conspiracy theorists. Typically I don’t let it bother me. I just know I live with Eeyores and let it roll. But it’s been tougher lately. Sad times.
Lately, when I sit to write, pop to Google to search for dog issues, I wind up looking for Can dogs catch ebola? Can dogs transmit ebola? Why was the nurse’s dog put down? Not good subjects for a light-hearted, treat oriented blog. *sigh* My Eeyores have gotten to me.
It’s Friday, people. None of us need to be living in fear, especially not in fear of dogs. Or our families.
We don’t have a television, which is partly how I keep the Eeyores at bay most days. But this week I’ve been out to eat a couple of days and there’s always a TV in my line of vision. Why the heck are there televisions in restaurants?!? Who eats their supper out and about, in the company of someone they like or love, and wants to watch TV?!!? I hate this trend. Especially this week.
So last night we had supper with friends. We ate here in our home. No television. No radio. No phones. Just four adults, picnic food, a bottle of wine, dogs, a fire and tiki torches, laughter and love. The ebola never raised it’s ugly head, unless we were mocking it.
May you all have a peaceful weekend, free of infectious diseases. May you all enjoy the company of friends and family. May you all eat in peace. Turn off your televisions. Take your dog for a walk. Play with your kid. Work in your garden, weather permitting. And smile.
Until I write again …
Flea
