What Do I Feel Like?

I feel quite often as though time has passed me by.  Not going to go there at all.   Just going to deal with what is now.  

I see so many things that I don't want to even recognize at my time of life.  Let's just say; I am way past the time of maidenly blush.  I am living on OAP so that is enough to admit to at the moment.  I see some people being cruel to others; so the world is pretty much the same as it was before and after I thought I could change things. 

It isn't like there haven't been changes it is just that a lot of things haven't changed that I thought could have been changed.  I mean I have changed my living quarters three times since I left 329 Gells.  I have changed my shampoo five times since then.  But the view of what is happening in the world beyond day-to-day life hasn't changed a lot.  

I want to see something different and better for the children that will be here after I am gone.  But we humans so often fail when we feel we should have accomplished so much more.  I am only one of many that probably feel that way.

It is alright though.  I do enjoy living here in my little apartment with my dog Dobie, who is the light of my life and my number one companion.  I do enjoy things as much as one can.  I do feel fortunate during this pandemic to have companionship and not to be alone.

I shall try to go to bed now and hopefully, I shall sleep well. 

    

 I haven't written anything since August 2013 here and on Tripod since winter of  2015 so obviously, there is no way of catching up... I will just start again from the present.  

I am no longer living at my friend's rental home as they sold it to someone that wanted to live in the home themselves.  I am living in the basement of a house in a rather new, lovely part of town.  My landlord is super nice and seems to like me as a tenant.  I have been here since last fall.  I should like to stay here for a good long time.  

Not too long after Dylan died I acquired a new little dog named Morty, whose name I  immediately changed to Dobie.  He is a mixed breed; mostly Terrier and Daschund.  He is quite lovely.  He has always been good and never had an 'accident' indoors.  He is a cuddle dog supreme and makes my days and nights full of fun.  He was 5 and a bit when he came to me in May of 2018.  I got him from the Humane Society in Toronto.  One of my dear friends drove me there and back and subsequently made a gift of him to me.  I was prepared to pay for him but she would not let me.  I thank her for one of the greatest gifts anyone has given me in a long time.  I really think it should be a law for anyone over 65 to have a companion animal.  I believe they lengthen your life and add to its quality so much!  Dobie gives me a real appreciation every day of my life.  He makes me feel as though I truly matter day to day.  He spells out the true meaning of friendship and makes it an active verb.  He also gets me outside.  He actually walks me more than I walk him.  He gives me a sense of joy and laughter that keeps me irrepressibly upbeat.

Well, dear reader, that is about all I have for now.  I will endeavour to add more posts this year than the last couple of years.  I really feel I should.