For cats and birds, no expression connecting the two immediately comes to mind. We’ve got the ‘fight like cats and dogs’ one that has so often been disproved a la Animal Friends style, or even the Wizard of Oz line paraphrased for Lion, Tiger, and Bear… But for the furry and the feathered? Maybe none Continue reading...
My father had some great ways of looking at things. I asked him once about the whole glass half empty versus half full metaphor for life. His answer wasn't what I expected. He just matter-of-factly and confidently stated his wasn't either one. His glass was completely full. He had this great grin on his face. So peaceful. He refused to accept that things were limited, or at least that's how I interpreted it. Continue reading...
At one time or another, it seems like we’re told just about everything is both good and bad for us. Do this, no, do that. I remember years ago they, the all-knowing mysterious ‘they’, were saying lettuce caused cancer. Of course, obstinate me postured of course it does, everything can, because for example, if we Continue reading...
Welcome to blog post number 31. Elizabeth Ely dot Com began one month ago today. Time sure has flown by, and I hope you are enjoying it so far, and will continue to far into the future. And if there are ever any topics you’d like explored, or you have other suggestions or reactions, I Continue reading...
“For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: ‘It might have been!’” ~ John Greenleaf Whittier We make choices. So many choices. Some just seem to happen, almost without our knowing, and others we weigh back and forth, and back again. Some things over-thought, some not enough. Time passes and Continue reading...
It never ceases to amaze me how we never stop learning. I don’t mean just book learning, but the kind of realizations and lessons, that only time and experience can bring. It seems no matter how old we get, we can always look back and marvel at how little we actually knew before. Be it Continue reading...
Writing yesterday about my little garbage holders reminded me of what garbage is often put in – those plastic grocery bags that most stores still give out. Recycling the ones that find their way to me, as a few always seem to do, I just don’t think about using them for trash anymore. They automatically Continue reading...
I have interesting garbage. Or should I say, I collect my garbage in some rather interesting containers. The can outside is normal enough, an actual real life garbage can. But inside, under the sink, not so much. I’ve never felt comfortable with the idea of buying something disposable to put more disposable stuff in, just Continue reading...
Writing, they say, is an arrogant thing to do. Why should anyone care what someone else has to say? Why should we put stock in another’s words or opinions? We each have our own after all. Why should anyone bother to read this? Who am I? Just one more person in the world. The world Continue reading...
Someone asked me the other day why I choose to write about both serious and silly things. A lot of blogs have a more specific focus. I guess for me, I find myself wanting the variety. I want the balance that I seek in life to be reflected in this blog. I remember a description Continue reading...
