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(Blogger’s note: Well, in this version of the daily post, I’ll just keep the two liner’s between Kitty and Flynn – more like a word definition or whatever comes to my small mind. And then interconnect the daily post subject to my daily life, sans rantings, if possible.)
Kitty: What is a baby, Flynn? Can you eat it?
Flynn: Kitty! First, we don’t eat babies or own kinds, except for TACP. He’s weirdly hilarious. Second, a baby is a smaller and cuter versions of the adults.
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I see humanity as a baby. Over eons, humanity grows-up, except for a few called ‘generation snowflake’. They can’t take life’s reality.
So recently, I’ve observed that each human can choose to be a baby or not. For example, a reptilian living directly adjacent to us doesn’t attack me personally. According to her sister, she no longer mentions her ex-husband or problem at home.
But as Mom reported the current situation to her sister, I know the reptilian can understand AND comply with simple agreements. She can remember what has been said and done. But for whatever reason, she cannot seem to control her emotional outbursts and verbal rampage.
In another example, I’ve observed that Das Squirrel is more behaved and that he has been answering his mother’s phone calls. Sometimes, he says that he would visit and won’t show up but eventually does keep his word.
He too was outta control both verbally and physically. As he aged, his body is being worn down as does his memory. But his spirit to continue to live life through
20170224-1707. So he is recalling the spinning out of control in a black ice. He told God, ‘if it is my time, then take me. Give me a sign.’ He closed his eyes and was EXTREMELY calm during the encounter with his ‘guardian angel’, whom he felt wrapped around his torso from behind with both loving arms.
Our white Honda Accord stopped at the embankment of snow. Below was a ledge. This was coming home from Nevada. I didn’t know that happened except the nice spinning.
Countless revelations help to remind each person how blessed we are to birth babies, to care for them and love them for who they are. (Okay, at this point, I’m still trying my darnest NOT to rant.)
Okay, this isn’t working out. We’re watching
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