My interesting blog!: Ten Times the Child

My interesting blog!: Ten Times the Child

Ten Times the Child

My dog is a brat, a bit like me. I use the hoover to suck up dust from our wooden floors. As soon as I fetch the machine, Baxter goes into hyper-naughty mode. He knows I am about to clean the house.He dashes outside and fetches a stick which he brings inside and proceeds to chew into little pieces, leaving dust and gooey chewed bits on the floor. I sigh and fetch the broom to sweep up the larger pieces that he has so inconsiderately left lying around.

I then start the hoover and proceed with the task that I rather enjoy. Next, wet wipe with a mop, and as I begin Baxter brings a dusty stone inside with a look of glee, more dust and dirt. I finish the wet wipe and restart the hoover to suck up stony dust, Baxter padding around, his beady eye on me, looking for the main chance.

Eventually Baxter seems to realize that he is not going to get the playful reaction he wants, and thankfully calms down.

Is mine a dog's life or what?

In favour of trees.

Trees are life and they add it with their presence, lifting your mood as well as providing shelter from the elements, be it wind, rain or shine. They attract birds, adding more life to the atmosphere, never mind bird pooh here and there. If it bothers, you can always wash the car.

Compare two areas, one with trees and one without. The one with looks fulfilled and complete, the other looking a tad barren, possibly lifeless.

Children in an area planted with trees would benefit by having some of the wonders of nature on their doorstep. They would also be provided with the absolute fun of tree climbing, the thrill of climbing to the highest point and being able to see far and wide, also the pleasure of telling mother afterward that she need not have worried, 'I didn't fall'.

Trees add to and fill the picture, enhancing that homely aura, completing the feeling that there is more to life than just simply living it.

Talking.

How much time is wasted by individuals on the net with what they say being thrown into cyberspace and not even read? It is my guess that plenty is not even seen, and this brings us to the question, why is it done?

The answer is that people like to think that they are being heard, a certain sense of satisfaction may be derived. This to all of us is important in that it provides validation. Even better still if you find a response, discovering what you say has at least some value.

Sleepnessless

This is unusual, unable to sleep. I have been tossing and turning in a sweaty bed. It is 12 midnight. I rose a little earlier to have a bath, two slices of toast, and a cup of tea. I am wide awake. I am enjoying a cigarette as well, sitting here wrapped in a towel. Must go back to bed. Sleep may still elude me? Will have to wait and see!

Hacking scare on Facebook

Just had a hacking scare on FB. I followed a link, she is soo busted, and when I got as far as a request to fill in an online questionaire, I became suspicious and opted out. On trying to change my password, I found that my old password was not recognized. I logged off Facebook and logged in again with the same password. Something had been compromised, so I went through the help procedure and followed the five step procedure on my by then suspended account. I completed it, as well as changing my other online email addresses' passwords.

I am still not certain that my account had been hacked, but to be on the safe side I followed the procedure..

How picked the problem up was by being told on-site that a friend had sent the link, when in fact she had not sent it.

Anyway, an interesting and involved experience.

Poor sod.

Damn, if this were me I would be hurt and scared to death. I would wonder what I had done wrong to be treated in such a manner.I would be an emotional wreck , confused, clawing at the iron bars.

Next, I would be wondering how my captors would feel if I had them in cages, allowing them out occasionally to perform like fools in front of a crowd.

I would be better off in the desert belonging to a friendly Arab!