This is our open thread. It’s never too late is it?
Many of our clothes and other household items that need washing such as dish cloths and towels, contain plastic fibers woven in with natural fibers. These micro plastic fibers break free in the washing machine and enter our water systems. This is the main source of micro plastic pollution.
There are also nano plastics. These can be found in cosmetics and toothpaste.
This is our Open Thread. Speak Up!
How do we know something is beautiful? Is it by sight alone, or is it a feeling? Once we decide what beauty is for us, how much power does it hold?
I once knew a woman who was physically quite unattractive, everything about her outside was just off somehow. But being around her for even a short period of time was enough for me to realize she was one of the most beautiful people on the planet.
Actually, this was one of the greatest life lessons for me.
This is our daily open thread — What do you think?
Now what do Sun Tzu and Jan Brewer have in common? He is one of those credited for the proverb – “The enemy of my enemy is my friend”. Arabs also claim credit for the proverb, but trail Sun Tzu in time.
Here, Jan Brewer has shown herself to be the enemy of Barack Obama at the airport in Mesa, Arizona. In turn, Jan Brewer has also shown herself to be the enemy of Hispanic people and Jan Brewer has already established herself as a spokesperson for the Conservative movement.
Combining the logic, Hispanic people should consider Barack Obama as their friend and will logically find an enemy in the Conservative movement.
Since Hispanics are the fastest growing ethnic group in the United States, Conservatives will have a tough row to hoe in current and future political campaigns.
This is our Open Thread. Should Democrats consider Jan as a supporter in the 2012 campaign? Your comments please.
Sheesh. January is almost over already. This doesn’t seem right to me, like I’m suddenly whizzing faster and faster into old age and death. Stop! I’m still 27!
In case you’re new here, this is the part where you share favored music clips. No themes, no rules.
Shot in and around Kirkenes and Pas National Park bordering Russia, at 70 degree north and 30 degrees east. Temperatures around -25 Celsius.
Brrrrrr…but worth it.
This is our daily open thread — TGIF!!
When Mouse first showed up at our back door, she was a pudgy miniature of her dad, Smokey. (Forgive the quality of the photo, I didn’t want to open the door and scare her.)
Mouse and her brother, Butterball (aka “Balls”), were inseparable, especially since they were constantly left to their own devices by their mentally-challenged mom, Mamacita.
Although both Mama and Balls were social enough with me, Mouse would never let me near her. She had her brother for company, plenty of food, and that was enough for her. Then Balls disappeared, and, sadly, Wayne and I found him dead, near the intersection of our road and the main road. We could only surmise that Balls had followed one of the older males in his ’rounds’, because otherwise he rarely strayed far from our yard. We were devastated, but at least we knew what had happened to him. Mouse, of course, was also devastated, and would sit at the end of the deck, day after day, watching down the yard for Balls to come back. It was heartbreaking to see.
Mouse still would not let me touch her, and, eventually, became pregnant.
She was such a little thing still, and when she went into labor, she had a terrible time. She was in a doghouse that we had set up outside the back door, and I stayed with her for hours while she strained to give birth. Exhausted, she finally allowed me to touch her for the first time, as I wrapped her up, put her in a box, and Wayne and I proceeded to rush her to the emergency vet. In the car, I sat in the back seat lightly petting her, and she purred up at me as if she finally understood that we were trying to help her. At the vet’s, a brief examination revealed the problem: a single kitten was stuck, too big for Mouse to push out, and already dead. Wayne held Mouse still while the vet proceeded to extricate the poor kitten, and was rewarded for his assistance by Mouse biting him deeply on his hand (he forgave her.)
Naturally we kept her in the house to recuperate, and, after that, Mouse became “mommy’s little girl”, insisting on being on or next to me as much as possible. She turned into a loving little sweetie whose favorite thing was to “wash mommy”, licking my hands until she felt that they were good and clean (and red and sore!)
While she stayed smaller than most cats throughout the rest of her life, she did fill out quite a bit, eventually turning into a classic Kliban cat.
A few weeks before my mum’s final birthday, in October of 2004, Mouse was diagnosed with an illness for which nothing could be done, and I stayed with my little girl as she was put to sleep. I miss her deeply still, and will never forget her constant companionship and affection.