Shoulda Waited!

 Shoulda Waited!

 

At times when the brain is only firing on three rather than six or eight, it would simply be better not to write—or at least not to post. Last night was one of those times. But it’s done, so there’s that. My apologies to those who prefer linear thinking and comprehensible writing. A couple of things had bothered my easily upset beliefs about depression and how others look at those things with their simplistic understanding of causes and the “one” thing that could relieve the pressures of mental and emotional distress. Maybe you all could pardon the old woman this time for her bombastic “religious” posting. Jennifer says she looks at those posts and just skips over them. Whatever works.

 

Woke up to a misty morning. Just wish it were a full-on rain out there to soak up the stuff that needs to come out of the air. The pollen count has just been unreal! Can’t imagine what it must be like for those who are not affected by the garbage in the air!

 

Had thought about doing some light weed eating out front today. Parts of that grass and the chives out there look pretty wild even though an occasional poppy waves above the taller stuff. Trying to save the flowers has me keeping a nice, secluded spot for snakes and assorted critters. So far, none of the neighborhood bunnies have nested in that part of the yard—well, probably not. Those little bunnies are pretty sneaky. Have had visions of what might be out in the area behind Jeanie’s place. A bobcat, a snake family, a skunk or raccoon would not be the least bit surprising. Thinking about driving my little mower across Patty’s place and attacking it from the north with the blade on its highest setting. Really think a sling-blade or a gas-powered weed eater would be the best answer to that tall stuff. It is well over knee high on me. But my shoulders are too old for any kind of swinging and no longer have a gas-powered anything out there as far as tools are concerned—well, zero-turn mower excepted. Anyway, it is just a thought.

 

Jennifer just sent me the neatest picture of a blanket of buttercups on the lawn of H&O where the kids work. Mother Nature gave them something other than the mess of highway construction to look at for the time being. Love buttercups! But then, dandelions appeal to me in the most profound way! My friend Tad Lawson sent me a poem he had published about dandelions, but hang it all! Having not printed it out when a printer still existed in this house, it is not going to be found easily enough to share with you. Oh well. Let’s just say that he found that dandelions did not feel the need to be appreciated. Guess we all need to have that attitude at times for self-preservation.

 

Read online last night about a young woman who was born with a condition that only occurs in one baby in 50 thousand to 500 thousand in which the nerves on one side of the face do not develop. Dr. Jensen (a chiropractor) says that we all seem to think that we are symmetrically built. Just is not so. But not having the nerves on one side of the face caused this person to be unable to smile or have what we consider to be normal facial expressions.

Tayla Clement, 26, was born with a rare disorder that has made it impossible for her to smile — but she says she is grateful for it.

Born and raised in New Zealand, Clement has Moebius syndrome, a neurological disease that affects one child out of every 50,000 to 500,000 born, research shows. Moebius occurs when a baby’s facial nerves are underdeveloped. The primary effects are facial paralysis and inhibited eye movement, but the condition can also cause difficulty with speech, swallowing and chewing, according to Johns Hopkins. "The syndrome affects my sixth and seventh cranial nerve, so it's essentially like facial paralysis," Clement told Fox News Digital in an interview.

It also means Clement can’t move her eyebrows or upper lip — and can’t shift her eyes from side to side.

Anyway, this young woman went through social problems simply because she was unable to smile or have what we consider normal facial expressions. But she has been able to overcome her disability and attempt to find a way for others to have the inclusion in society that she has found.

 

We really are so very judgmental! (the old woman included in that label) Aren’t we blessed that God does not judge us so readily!

 

The UPS truck should be here soon with three sacks of experimental (to us, at least) dog food for older dogs. Trying to find something that helps my dogs be healthy without having to cook for them every week has not been a success so far. Sigh.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.