Bubble of Silence...

My little world is a bubble...it reminds me that we all, to one extent or another, live in our own bubble; a prison of our own making....We block the things we don't wish to face, conflicts we choose to ignore, truths we deny. All of us live in our aloneness, our little bubbles that deny access to those whose worlds collide with our own picture of what a world should be, what it consists of to make us comfortable in our existence - our little bubble of life...

Simon & Garfunkle 

"The Sound Of Silence"

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare
Disturb the sound of silence

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence” 

Globug

Bright, Sunshiny Day....

Today has been everything the last week hasn't. Sun shining brightly in a clear blue sky, birds winging across the sky calling loudly to each other. My sweet furfaces lying in the sun and slowly baking some warmth into their bones. Perfect day, just perfect.

My Lupus had flared and sleeping was becoming harder and harder. My doctor has increased the milligram of the pain patches, which has helped. I slept a whole 6 hours last night, up from 2 to 3. Which means my attitude is ever so much better today!  My Jackie boy has noticed - mom played with him today - he has been terribly neglected for the last week or so. My poor boy! LOL

Goldfish have been medicated and the one that seemed sick is back to life. Good thing, I was getting tired of chasing him around to move him into another tank. LOL Guess that since I have another tank set up, I may have to buy another Betta... My son just bought one that has a blue body and white fins. Beautiful! Unlike me, he hasn't named him...but I'll take care of that oversight. LOL 

And my Jackie boy has toys all over the house. It looks like a psycho 3 year old is loose. It is an agility course trying to keep from tripping ever time I have to get up to do anything. Plus, I have a box of more toys in the corner of my room for my little maniac. Now if I could just teach him to put his toys away. HA...like that is going to happen.



Time to get back to paranoid TV and see who is being murdered...

Globug

My Darlings...

Rain and drizzle all day, long, large thundering in the overcast sky. The only bright spot is my little Jack whose sweet face and soft eyes always undo me, melt my heart and cause me to smile. My little growler whose barks rattle my nerves, but how can you resist that face I wonder as I scold him yet again. How I adore my little man - and how I spoil him! LOL

My son's dog, darling Sookie, is no less spoiled. She is getting old and arthritis has caused her to slow and hop to get her back leg moving. Her joint supplements help, but I know that she will eventually be unable to continue to get around - and I dread the day. Since loosing my Bella, she has become even more dear to me.

My gold fish, part of a group of feeder fish I rescued from being eaten by a turtle we were sitting, have grown large, but unfortunately, one seems to be ill. I am hoping to move him to a tank by himself, but catching the little bugger has been impossible. I've added medication for sick fish, but I really want him separated from Curly and Moe... Yep, Curly, Larry & Moe. LOL

My Betta is named Felix... and he's a cutie, patootie. LOL

So, another day passes...

Globug

A New Year

Here we are, starting this new year. Each of us hoping that this year is going to be better than the last. Yet, as we reflect on the past year, haven't the trials and disappointments taught us valuable lessons and grown us as human beings? Would we really be the same without them?

And the tests we failed...ah, another year to learn what God is trying to teach us. I myself have great hope that I can learn to control my temper - which has always been a trial. Being a solitary creature, I find that learning to live with others has always been difficult for me. Us old birds are strange indeed and slow to acclimate to others. Especially when we've spent years on our own.

No resolutions for me - we never keep them anyway. Just prayers to the God who is always in control to change me into a better person.

Happy New Year to all!

Globug