Me and my Camera
Me and my camera are good friends. I am going to handle her with care like I would my best friend and venture out into the world today. I am going to meet a friend for lunch. I am not going to look at any clocks.
I vow to not become stressed as I have no important meetings with nurses today. I do not pay bills on Saturdays. I don’t have to answer the phone unless I choose to. I am going to be like the prettiest bird I love and be free.
I can sit inside my four walls and do what I usually do, which is clean and play on the computer or I can choose to get out of here. I realized as I am sitting here that I have not been outside since last Monday.
That is too long. I didn’t know that I could be accustomed to being inside. I think it has become a habit because it feels like when I try to quit smoking. It is an odd feeling, it is hard to push myself to open that door. It is easier to stay inside, but I am not going to do it.
I need fresh air. I need to be around others who are not ill. I need to do a little Christmas shopping. What would my children think if there wasn’t at least one gift to open when they arrive?
I feel like it is my day. The blue skies are peeking out. I haven’t seen the sun in days and it is starting to shine. Although there are no rays of warmth I can almost feel it whispering to me to revisit the living.
So me and my camera, we have a date with the world. Do you think I can do it? I think I can. I remember that little story my parents used to tell me when I was a kid. It was about the little engine that could. It was I think I can. Used for those who feel they can’t do a certain something.
They all met at a Thanksgiving feast a few years back.
Everyone had been invited. The squirrels, birds and groundhogs.
Each brought their favorite treat. There was loud chatter as neighbors got to know each other and the babies played together all day long.
Three different personalities clicked. Fancy rabbit was unusual to others. He dressed in the finest clothes. After meals he puffed on a cigar the size of a large carrot. Foxy fox was the most clever of all, or so he thought. The others thought with his smarts he could teach them new ways of getting food much quicker. Roxy raccoon was a little chubby and always seemed to have lots of food. He was sneaky too and never got caught when he was rummaging through human’s trash cans.
So the three hooked up and remained friends from then on. Anywhere you saw one you couldn’t help but notice the other two. Each of them took a lot of pride in themselves. They frolicked through the woods and people’s yards.
From each other they learned to steal food not only from trash cans but to hide behind bushes and sneak in through open windows. Roxy raccoon taught his two friends how to use the tree as a jumping pad and hop onto roofs. He showed them how to eat holes in the roofs and lower themselves down into the food area, but his buddies were too afraid to try the climb. That seemed pretty high to them.
They each helped the other when needed. One time Fancy rabbit’s home had been invaded by water. Flooding was taking a way all his pride possessions. Foxy fox dug a tunnel for him and this allowed the water to drain faster. Roxy raccoon found bits of plastic and this was used to cover up all of Fancy rabbit’s furniture.
Now this is what true friendship is all about. Helping others, not caring what background each other had. They had picnics and laid under the breezy branches at nights. Each was on guard for the other at all times.
When babies were sick they each took turns watching over them while the others hunted for food. When it came time to teach the young to hunt, they all gave their advice and in no time excellent hunters were bring back fine kill.
Fancy rabbit’s had four kids. Foxy fox had two kids and Roxy raccoon had not been able to have a family. Roxy raccoon was really bothered by the fact that there was no one to teach to hunt and to watch grow up. He started to stay in the background when there were gatherings. He became more into himself and didn’t talk as much.
His friends took notice of this and tried to find the truth, but Roxy wasn’t opening up. Roxy became so restless that he wasn’t sleeping well. He found himself over at Foxy’s grandkids home just watching them play. He watched Foxy teaching them grown-up games. He heard the laughter and could sense the closeness between the kids.
One evening when he was extra restless he quietly went over to the house he always watched. It was quiet. Everyone was sleeping. He crept up closer to the house. He used his tricks and jumped on the roof, chewing a big enough hole to slide down the inside of the house.
He made his way to the kids bedrooms. He went from room to room and would sit in the doorway just staring. Watching them sleep, listening to the snores. Roxy got to the place a routine was formed. Night after night he made his way over to the house.
But this one night when he landed on the floor he was standing right in front of Foxy fox. With anger in his eyes and teeth showing, arms crossed he immediately asked Roxy raccoon why and what was he doing there.
Roxy raccoon was too afraid to tell the truth. They both turned around when they heard a patter at the door. Foxy fox went and opened it and let Fancy rabbit in. Now here were all three best friends standing on guard of each other.
Each waiting to be attacked. Each instinct was in full force. Again Foxy fox asked Roxy raccoon why he was there.
Roxy raccoon hung his head down low and pretending he was brushing something off of his paw said, ” Nothing. Just nothing. I wasn’t doing nothing wrong.”
” Now come on Roxy, you know me. You wouldn’t be coming over here during the night, breaking into my roof, destroying it by chewing a hole in it and then staring in at my kids while they sleep.”
Roxy raccoon turned to walk a way and Fancy rabbit hopped over to the door and blocked it so Roxy could not leave. ” Look here Roxy. We are your friends. We do everything together. What ever is wrong you need to tell us. Let us help you. Haven’t we been friends long enough that you can trust us?” asked Fancy rabbit.
Roxy raccoon covered his striped eyes with his paws and started to weep. ” I, I , I am so lonely. I just want a family too. I want to be like you and show my kids how to find food, and chase animals.”
When the other two heard his story they walked over to him and they put their arms around their friend and patted his head trying to make him feel better. ” Well Roxy raccoon, I can sure understand what you are saying. I guess I would feel the same way if I didn’t have my own family. But that’s no reason to sneak in here and scare the hair off our backs is it?”
Fancy rabbit shook his head and Roxy raccoon looked down at the floor. Foxy fox tapped his chin while thinking of how they could help their friend feel better. He paced the floor back and forth thinking. Pretty soon the other two followed him and they were pacing and thinking.
Suddenly Foxy fox stopped. The other two bumped into him knocking him down. Foxy fox picked himself up and brushed grass off his clothes. Soon all three were laughing. ” I tell you what. I think I have an idea. What if you took care of our grandkids. You know the parents have a lot of work to do. We each here have been taking turns keeping an eye on them, but I got things to do myself and I am sure Fancy rabbit has some work waiting for him. So why don’t you become the grandpa of all the grandbabies?”
They each looked at the other. Foxy fox and Fancy rabbit nodded at each other in agreement on this idea. Roxy raccoon dried his tears and looked into each of his friends eyes and then smiled real big. ” I like that idea. I like it real well.”
From that day on Roxy raccoon grandpa took over when everyone was busy. He played games with them. They went swimming and found new hunting grounds. Each night when he went to bed he was worn out and he never was restless again. The End
Moral of the Story; We all need to feel we belong, just like the creatures of the world. Showing love and friendship is the best gift you can give. When you are shopping for gifts this year at Christmas, and you are complaining of the extreme prices, always remember : friendship is the best gift you can give and it is always free and I am pretty sure it will be welcomed. Terry Shepherd
I wake up this morning and it is quiet. Rhino the cat slept on the couch so Al and I had our beds to ourselves. I do the usual, splash my face with cold water, brush my teeth and smell the coffee brewing.
Grabbing myself the first cup I hear nothing from Al’s room. I flip on the computer and open the world.
I feel like I am so blessed and pretty fortunate. When Al is home, so am I. There is no communication with anyone unless I get a text, phone call or visitor. Once I open up my email, FB and WP, all my friends have already said hello or made some nice comment to me. I am suddenly in my house robe, drinking my coffee, in the silence of my home and yet surrounded by wonderful friends.
I want to say thank-you for being here with me and for me. I want to let you know that you are the second reason I smile; the first is that I am given another chance to open my eyes again.
Some people who are here when I turn my computer on are;
The Laughing Houswife
Playing the hand that was dealt
I may have missed someone, don’t be hurt if I did. After all it is morning and I have only had one cup of coffee so far.
Like I said friends, these are the friends who I have been privileged enough to speak to already today. I am not bragging, I am proud.
Finish this sentence: “My closest friend is…”
Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIENDSHIP
My very best friend. It sounds nice when I say it. I am truly blessed to have that one special person who has been there for me, and I know I try very hard to be there for her. She and I met over 35 years ago.
My mother worked at a place that needed a job. I told mom about my friend in need of a job. Magic happened and I started watching my her kids while she worked. Our friendship blossomed from that point forward.
She and I used to live in the same city. She had marriage problems and I hope that I helped her through it.
When it came to me and my marriage became bad enough to cause me physical and emotional damages, I had her to lean on. Our kids are nearly the same ages.
Today she lives a couple of hours a way. When she first moved I didn’t know how I was going to live without her but through time I came to accept that she did what was best for her.
We stay in touch quite a bit. Late-night phone calls. I am the one who never wants to hang up. I keep telling her I will say goodbye but fifteen minutes later I am still chattering a way.
We text each other. We meet and go to lunches and antiquing together. She is a very talented woman. She is so talented with her voice. She is a brilliant artist. She has made some wonderful creations out of card making.
When I visit her house it is not her that I heal. It is me that heals from being around her. Surrounded by someone who loves me for who I am. I don’t think in our 35 years of friendship we have ever fought. We had one disagreement that ripped us apart at the seam, but we managed to sew it back up.
I was afraid from that one time that our relationship would never be the same, but in my eyes, it is better than ever.
We all need someone special to call our own. We can have many friends and then we have close friends; but that very special, close friend is a gift from God and I will always treasure her.
Thank-you L.S. for being the best ever.
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After spending time with a group of people, do you feel energized and ready for anything or do you want to hide in the corner with a good book?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us PERSONALITY.
I don’t know if it is because I am no longer in the social rings, but then again that is a silly statement. I have never been in the social rings. I guess I am thinking about when I used to pick up the keys, get in my car and run to Wal-Mart or maybe go see my girlfriend a couple of hours a way.
I had quite a few guy friends and they were less into my business and yet so much fun to hang with.
Now that I am older I can even look back to when I was a young mother. I still only had one or two friends and my family and my extended family were my friends.
Today I still have one or two close friends. I guess I have remained who I always have been. Yet there are subtle changes I see in me. I don’t like crowds of any kind. Whether it be a beautiful wedding, or a graduation, most likely the only way you will see that I was there is when you recognize the hand-writing and the signature on the gift inside the card.
It just makes me so nervous to be in too big of space with too many heads bobbing up and down walking and mingling.
It makes me think back in my life when I went through big-time panic attacks. My eyes would bug out. I thought I was going to lose touch with reality.
All I wanted to do is race somewhere, anywhere, just escape the crowd.
If I am forced out of guilt to attend a very special function, I latch on like a frog’s tongue to one person, two at the most. I would hang with them and watch the clock to see what time it was so I could make a respectable escape.
Once out of the situation I would grab my smokes and inhale deeply and breathe a sigh of relief that the nightmare was over for me.
I guess this means that I like being home most of the time better. A couple of good friends does me well, and I can dress casual, shorts and Tees. Yep friends, I am definitely not a party animal.
No books, no TV, no extra energy, just give me a bed because by now I need a nice, long nap.