Last Day of Summer

Source of photo: Dreamstime

Note to the reader: I wrote this late last summer. My husband, who hates winter above all other things, asked me to “save it until the middle of winter, when I really need to remember this day”. Tomorrow, my neck of the woods is expecting record-breaking wind chills. I figured this was as good a time as any to post this… Stay warm, my friends…

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I am continuously, perpetually tired so unless it has to be done, getting me to do anything, ever, requires an all-out effort on the part of my loved ones. Mine is an old soul, prone to long bouts of sitting and thinking, or sitting and writing, or sitting and reading or sitting and knitting.

My husband is – and always will be – a perpetual puppy. In his opinion, sitting still is akin to being forced into a Medieval torture chamber.

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Here’s to the Odd Ducks

Me with a fellow odd duck, many decades ago. And yes, I know it’s a goose…smile…

You see them everywhere, the Odd Ducks.

But only if you look; only if you are paying attention.

They dress differently from everyone else: some wear thrift-store clothes, have unkempt or unusual hair and don’t care a lick about fashion. Others are elaborately coiffed, flamboyant and colourful.

Some are loud and boisterous; others quiet and introspective; blending seamlessly into the woodwork.

They speak easily to the birds, the animals and the little spider in the corner of the room. They hug trees. They feel – and sometimes see – energy all around them. They speak gently to the weak, the tired, the broken and the seeking.

If they let you get to know them, they are interesting. And they are always interested.

They know things; they feel things; they are lifelong learners. They are seekers on a never-ending quest.

They have quirky, esoteric points of view. They don’t fit into moulds (although some of them try, for a time).

They are the strange child; the quirky cat lady; the long-haired octogenarian; the quiet friend.

They are often alone but they are rarely – if ever – lonely.

They are the Odd Ducks.

And you would be all the richer for getting to know them…

My sincerest thanks to Ana Daksina, Troubador of Verse and fellow blogger, for the reminder, and for the inspiration…

Patti Moore Wilson/© wednesdayschildca.wordpress.com

Unfinished Business (Best Friend)

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Life is full of unfinished business. We don’t always get to know why someone cut us off. Maybe it had nothing at all to do with us. Maybe their lives got complicated. Or busy. Maybe they outgrew us. Maybe they died. Or maybe they truly wished to have nothing more to do with us. Sometimes, we just don’t get to know the answer… sometimes, we just have to live with the void… Continue reading “Unfinished Business (Best Friend)”