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.
Yes, Beholden they do, and if I could only learn his language I'm sure he would explain them to me. Yesterday, I filled in a couple of holes he dug and started a new one for him since he loves to dig. Today, he was inspecting my work, but I must have started the new hole in the wrong spot because Max proceeded to dig one in the right spot.
This must of been what he was telling me yesterday as I shoveled and raked; I thought he was just chewing me out for undoing all his hard work.
Our weather has been similar in that we get a few gorgeous warm days in the 60s and 70s and then the 20-30 MPH winds come and bring the icy cold weather back. So disappointing. But that's spring in Idaho. Hope your eating problem gets solved.
Good to hear that you are eating again. It seems that the problem will be sorted out one way or another and, hopefully, this will soon disappear into the past. Wishing you well and praying for the best.
Thank you, everyone, for replying. Wordsmitty ✍️ the ice cream idea sounds great. Yesterday, before my dinner, I took the dogs out. Bellah loves to retrieve a tennis ball, which I usually have no problems throwing for her, but the first throw caused pain in my upper abdomen, so I tossed it underhanded. I think throwing it did just what you said because I was able to eat dinner instead of drinking it. I guess now it's proven.
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