Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Josie reminds us that the exercise (represented) by the writing of a grat blog such as the TToT is rarely work. Nor (should) it, necessarily, be a singular focused effort. Though, to add a note of the realistic, to my exigis*, while it is work to write a blog post, the practice that is the central theme of the TToT, is a process, rather than product.
Being a man of my word, I will submit the following at 12:00 Saturday (to be updated as the weekend progresses).
1) I should start with being grateful for a profession that allows me to write a post in the middle of a workday. (The hypo-grat to this being that it’s Saturday and I’m sitting in my office.)
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4) The Six Sentence Story bloghop!
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6) Phyllis and Una, but you probably got that from the videos
7) Chapter 4 of ‘Home and Heart’ (a Sister Margaret Ryan novel) coming out this weekend. However, if you need to catch up, or have not signed up at jukepop, here is the link to Chapter 3 (the good thing about jukepop is that they make it easy to navigate between chapters)
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9) So does any recognize this animal. (No, not personally, this is not a ‘Have you seen me Milk Carton item’) lol just whether or not you’ve seen such a thing. (Location: rural southern Rhode Island)
10) Secret Rule 1.3 **
* lol… no, some words are fun, all tuxedo’d and cap ‘n gowned, that ya gotta use ’em. And besides, this is the Wakefield Doctrine where, as no less an authority than Mr. H. Dumpty says, “When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”
** no, by all means, ask… its a good Rule
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Wait…what is this “walk in the car?” LOLOL. Did you see a lot of cows? That was quite entertaining. Una definitely said her peace to the cows. Vinny heard Una’s bark in the background and grumbled, but didn’t do anything else. (He’s all content…he got a new doggie bed today.) But now I gotta know: WHERE did you actually walk?
but…but…but that was the walk! no, serially, we take a walk with the car and the windows open. No! wait, I have a good reason! As we all know, dogs are like, nearly one big nose. better, they are like a big talking/story-telling nose so when they go for walks, they’re all “Hey! did you smell that? Hey! Did you smell that?!!”
A ride, in a car, at reasonable speeds (7 to 11 mph) is like…well it’s like a giant TV and the canine has the remote!
This was an awesome TToT post, Clark! My feline furkid Toby was pretty sure he could find Una somewhere inside/behind my tablet, he sure tried! Dogs do love car rides, their joy with the wind in their face, and all the scents that come with it is so apparent. We should all love life as dogs do! Una would find the cows here rather strange looking creatures, since most are longhorns.
I agree with you that TToT is more about the process than the product, it’s adjusting your mindset like the focus on a camera, so you can see life more clearly, and as it should be. There are people who say we are kidding ourselves by taking note of the positives. I say we are achieving balance, refusing to let our lives and thoughts be weighed down by the mountainous load of negatives and bs that encroach on every side. I will always look for the good in life, and I expect to find it!
I love the charm of your little New England towns, an area of the country I’ve never visited but hope to some day. Going along for rides with you via video is the next best thing to sitting in the backseat and enjoying the view! It was great to see Phyllis in this one too! :-)
If getting the propane tank filled is an Easter tradition, does that mean you are planning to grill something delicious?
Deer in the backyard, nothing more beautiful and magical. Can I swap you some coyotes for some deer? I could toss in a roadrunner or two if you like. :-) Una would love them!
Cheers on another chapter completed for Home and Heart. Read it Josie… do it today!! My life is clearly an unscheduled disaster, and I need to start making some sense of it. I want to read this! Watch for comments on JukePop in the near future. Really!
I love that you are leaving space to come back with more thankfuls as they occur. You have the concept right… it’s an ongoing process not a finite list. I could stand in the middle of a room or an outdoor space and immediately come up with four or five thankfuls at least. It’s worked wonders for my attitude and approach to life. I wish we could teach it in school.
Have a lovely Easter weekend, Clark!
thankee, Miz Shoes. all the more gratitude to have a format/forum for what I would consider an exercise in self-development such as this bloghop. hats off (Of course, now that I think of it, the math of being grateful for something that engenders (and thereby) multiplies the experience of gratitude implies either an exponential effect (surely expressible in a Secret Rule) or a cancelling (and thereby moderating effect) (also begging to be expressed as a Secret Rule)
Your location is about as non-New England as I can imagine. I’ve driven short sections (between, say, the airport and downtown Dallas) and flown over more (down to Huston one time). Way different place.
So this is also an update of the Post to include a live action ‘Name that Aminul’
I love the addition of your “name that animal” video! I have never seen a mink in the wild. There was a “mink farm” near where I grew up, and I knew that they were being raised to become clothing decor like the very disturbing one that adorned my mother’s Sunday coat collar. I would much rather see one running free as intended like this, he is much larger, and most certainly living a much better life. Thank you! :-) (I was going to write much happier, and then I realized that a mink, whether raised wild or captive, probably doesn’t contemplate his happiness if he is unaware that other options exist, as long as he is treated well and his basic needs of food and shelter are met. Still, I would no more put a dead mink on my coat than I would a cat or dog.
I’m hoping for mink, preparing for Fisher cat, which is a close relative, however if half of what I read about the temperament and capacity for violence possessed by the Fishers was true for minks, the 1940s and 1950s would have been a lot less furry.
Cap an’ gownd. Excellent.
Indeed a process.
Always enjoy the vids.
they are fun
Your under-the-breath commentary on the first cow “walk” could make a Saturday Night Live skit. Robert DeNiro? I actually chuckled a Clark chuckle out loud. Isn’t it great that it is light out later in the afternoon?
they are fun. (Taxi Driver) Yes totally agree with the lighter the later the better.
hey! you’re on the Eastern Seaboard… any idea of the species of brown quadruped in the video this morning?
Your list made me smile, more than once. Hope you’ve had a great weekend!
hope you had the same (it now being Monday)
If I had a car I would go for walks in it. Not sure if would be good for health, though. As for Minnie the Mink…looks like a ferret to me. Not that I have a lot of experience with ferrets but did have a neighbor once upon a time who had two.
surely not the best physical exercise, but Una surely seems to enjoy the variety (of scents and such)
yeah… we’ve gotten into the habit of going outside before Una, to make sure the coast is clear (we have a section of the yard with a fence, intended to keep un-welcomed visitors out… but it doesn’t look like this guy would let a wire fence keep him out.
Wow, we have no wild life that looks like that in KS. There is a flock of wild turkeys that annually struts down Main Street in the little town I grew up in out in Western KS, but that is about as exotic as it gets in these parts!
remarkably non-intelligent birds, those turkeys…we get small groups of them wandering the woods in the autumn. fighting with each other over every and any scrap of food.
That was a lovely drive through the New England town. I love seeing the old homes. I’ve never seen a Fisher Cat. Do they attack pets in the vicinity or get into garbage receptacles?
from what I’m gathering as to (their) disposition, they eat garbage cans and spit out utensils the better to serve up the cats and small horses