I have two kiddos in care living in my home right now. My life has suddenly become one of busy schedules and outside demands. I talked about fostering a lot with my counsellor before I committed. We talked about television dreams and reality. On television and in the movies, the terror, trauma, grief, and distress of the children in care are minimized or absent. Imagine … Continue reading The pub at the end of the week, an off-the-cuff joint.
Is there a difference between judgment and opinion? They seem the same, yet our response to being on the receiving end varies greatly. Nobody loves judgment. We’re not that fond of opinion either, but at least there, we can debate. Judgement rarely offers up a chance for defence. It is presented as a fact carved in stone. Unless you’re sitting in the docket at court. … Continue reading We Judge. We Opine. We Gel.
I hate losing things. Even games, though that’s not what this is about. Perhaps all loss is verboten in my brain? I ordered a few things from Amazon the other day. Evil, I know, but it’s so convenient. Hypocrisy will be the death of us. That, and our tendency towards inertia. But I digress. Among the purchases was a Burt’s Bees Lip Crayon. I’ve started … Continue reading I hate losing things.
I feel adrift without the prod of a daily prompt. It’s an easy thing to find another source – Word Press itself will provide one if you ask – but I’m reluctant to commit to much beyond what’s already on my plate. Life’s about to get busy and nobody’s well-served by busy-squared. And yet, there exists in the back of my mind a niggling sense … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Putterings