In the forest, the sun bursts through the trees right before slipping past the horizon, as if to say “good-night!”
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable
You may or may not recall the bear I came across the first week we moved into the National Forest. “Mr. Bear” has since become a companion of sorts. Because I am dog-less (still!), I have adopted a family of deer, 2 bunnies, and a kamikaze squirrel. Why not a big bear too?
My 3-year old granddaughter is fascinated with “Grandma’s Bear”. We tell her he isn’t really there, but she can see for herself that he is – so she does not believe us. His coming and going (in the afternoon, shadows obscure our view), only reinforces her belief. “Mr. Bear is back!” she will happily announce to no one in particular.
Who am I to say he’s not?
You have to look closely, but you can see him behind the tree stump. 🙂
Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says
This sign was SO true of me. I spent years trying to figure out what my dates/boyfriends/crushes/husband was thinking. Did they love me? Were they mad at me? Did they think I needed to lose weight? Did they wish I was like so-and-so? Arrrgggh!
Hubby finally explained to me that men did not think about their relationships. They thought about “real” stuff. Like guns, trucks, tools and things they watched on Cops. They counted on women to tell them what they do or don’t like. It doesn’t even occur to them to worry about it. Men are content as long as we aren’t complaining. Then he gave me an example.
“You know how you always ask me how you should get your hair done?” he asked.
“Yeah. You never give me your opinion – you just say ‘however you want, dear’.”
“That’s because my answer would hurt your feelings.”
“Why?”
“Because I honestly don’t give a rat’s ass how you wear your hair – I want YOU to be happy with it so I don’t have to listen to cussing and whining.”
“What do you mean?”
Hubby then put his hands on his hips and made his voice high-pitched and prissy, he rolled his eyes, exclaiming – “Oh DAMMIT, stupid hair”. Then he made a pouty face (that was kinda cute) and stomped his foot and yelled – “I HATE my hair!”
I have to admit that his mimicry was spot on.
Next time you gals start ‘worrying’ about what your man is thinking, just stop yourself. Chances are – he’s not.
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