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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. 
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| It's just dog-gone confusing sometimes and leaves me wondering what goes through their heads. Tonight I made Finnish Toast (French Toast made with Finnish Cardamon bread) for my dinner. Of course, the entire time I was making it, Max and Bellah were right under my feet waiting and hoping I'd drop something. We don't have a five-second rule, but instead it's the "if it hits the floor it's mine" rule (unless it's something that they can't eat, like a raisin. After I was done cooking, both of these knuckleheads sat and made puppy dog eyes at me while drooling and licking their chops. But another rule we have is they must wait until after we finish eating. With a stern, but loving tone I address them, "Hey you know the rules." They give one last, pleading and desperate glance with even bigger puppy dog eyes and then lay right on my feet to wait. After I finished eating I butter them each a slice and pour a little maple syrup on it, then cut it up into bite size pieces, then set their plates down for them. They sniff the food but don't eat. Instead they sit down and look at me with questioning eyes. Of course they love Finnish Toast as well as French Toast, especially with a bit of maple syrup on it. But usually my wife makes it. I'm feeling a bit insulted over the fact that they scarf hers down and won't eat mine. I coax them a bit, they sniff again, but won't eat. I pick up their plates, switch them and give them the others and they lick the plates clean, no hesitation what ever. Is there any difference? Absolutely none, except that it's the other dogs food. |
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I think I'd have to call a septic cleaner to flush out my brain after meeting Norb... I'd send you my muse, but I need it (?) more than you do right now. Best wishes for getting a good one!
