Well, God disposes, and Hazel's (the little stray who arrived last week and won our hearts) original family turned up, and she's gone home. They had been out of town, and didn't know that she'd gone missing.
And so... realizing that there's a place here for a small dog, Barb just adopted a pair of senior Chihuahuas.
It's been years since I've been able to go to Starbucks...and Barb brought me home a Cocoa Latte (their names).
It's to laugh and it's to cry,
and sometimes it's to wonder
just exactly really why
your life's been torn asunder.
It's to hope and it's to pray
and to get up again
when knocked down, to rise and play
still in the games of men.
It's to joke and it's to smile,
in private hide the tears
for to mourn is out of style;
instead, let us get two more beers
and raise them foaming in the mugs
to drink to life and love and hugs.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is PEACE. Guess the world needs some, and always did.
And, until He comes again, always will.
All we are saying
is give peace a chance...
well, if so, start praying
for we're more than just plants;
we're agents of action,
and prayer is the tool
that can unite factions
and end ridicule
over our skin-shade,
and ways others speak.
By prayer can be remade
the world by the meek
with a weapon seems small
but 'tis greatest of all.
A shade under five minutes. I'll take it.
Music from Wall Of Voodoo, with, of course, Mexican Radio.