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What's on my 'to-do' list?

Today was a good day, until...

...the rain and THUNDER started. I don't like loud noise, it makes me very nervous. And I'd just started to have a good chew on my new galileo bone...

Stupid thunder. Thank goodness mom is here to hide behind. Uh, I mean, so I can protect her!

Imagine the beautiful colors.....

Mom was feeling a little sad tonight--dare I say blue??--as was I, after Bou going to the Bridge and the news about Ernie George getting ready to go to the Bridge. But the thing about the Bridge is that it is the RAINBOW Bridge, which, as anyone who has ever seen a rainbow can tell you, must be quite a beautiful place. Me and mom have found that we can find some peace in reading lovely quotes and seeing beautiful pictures, so we went looking for some tonight. This is one that we found, that we'd not read before, and what it brings to mind did put a smile on our faces, even on this sad day. So we hope this will bring a smile to you also, no matter what you are facing.

"Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - explode softly - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination." ~Robert Fulghum

In loving honor and memory of Boudreaux, a dog

A Parable of Immortality

"I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes!'

"Gone where? Gone from my sight....that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, 'There she goes!' there are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, 'Here she comes!'"

Henry Van Dyke
(1852-1933)