Bears ... Eye Injection ... Pure Comfort In A Cup

5:37 am ...

Skip and Camie are still sleeping.  The alarm woke me at 5:00 am.

Skip has to get the dreaded injection in his eye this morning. The last injection seemed to mess his eye up more. We will talk to the doctor about it. 

I just read that a bear was spotted in Wake Forest yesterday. That's becoming the norm here now it seems. I love all animals and I respect them as the wild animals they are. 

That means if I see one I will admire from a distance ... not try to coax them closer to feed. 🙂🙃🙂❤❤ Sadly ... we all know nightmare stories of what can, does happen when that boundary is crossed. 

The crazy thing is ... you see people 'wonder why?' when they create a situation for something bad to happen. The animal doesn't know better ... he is being what he is, supposed to be ... but, the person knows better. I find fault with the person.

I am going to get the coffeemaker going ... you know what that means. Pure comfort in a cup ❤❤❤ Photo of Miss Camie taken recently.

Pure Comfort ...

6:30 am ...

I have been up for an hour. My teeth are brushed, hair combed, face washed ... after Skip gets his bath I will shower. Skip Bates Skip and  Precious Camo Kissy Fairchild Camie are still sleeping.

You know where I am sitting  ... cross-legged under my warm cover on the bed touching both Skip, Camie. Comforting.

The word 'comforting' brings coffee to my mind. I'm not a big coffee drinker but, you would think I am because of the importance I place upon coffee in my own life. 

Coffee in my life has always appeared at those bad times in my life when I needed something to hold onto, something to ground me while trying to recover from shock ... find some normalcy when something out of the ordinary happens.

I find that when a hot cup of coffee is placed into my hands ... my hands seek out the warmth from it as long as possible ... trying to hold on to it as long as I can. 

No matter how bad something is ... coffee with its warmth comforts me ... I close my eyes, sip the warm liquid, letting it warm ME up inside as I drink it ... I keep my eyes closed as I draw all the comfort I can get from that one sip of coffee. I try not to drink it too fast because ... there are a lot of sips with a lot of comfort.

Silly? Yes, it may be silly when I talk about it ... but, when something happens and coffee is there to comfort ... it's dead-serious ... no silliness about it.

Coffee is the next thing to having someone to hold you, tell you everything is going to be alright. Think about it for a moment ... a lot of you can really get bent out of shape not getting your coffee in the morning. 

Coffee doesn't affect me that way ... I can go on until when the next cup of coffee is there. I think because of the way I view coffee. Now ... I would dearly wish for a hot cup of coffee in a very tense, upsetting situation ... see ... that's where what I am looking for comes in ... comfort.

I will tell you another thing you might call silly. If I didn't have any food, had to choose only something to drink ... I would choose coffee. It kills hunger pangs and ... gives comfort.

Well ... there's simply no telling what will come to my mind when I sit down to write. Who would have thought I'd go into detail 'why I treasure ... coffee'? I want to always have it on hand ... always. 

In my life when I have those moments I am very alone ... coffee is my friend comforting me with a warm hug letting me know it's painful now, but ... all will get better.

Example ... all the times Skip has been deathly sick through time not knowing he was in the world ... those times were so quiet, no one to talk to, no one to really care because the people who really loved me are dead, gone. Coffee was always there ... it meant the world to me. 

My favorite coffee is ... Folger's. It doesn't matter if it's regular or decaffeinated... I don't notice the difference. Comfort in a red cannister that weighs very little ... oh my, look at how much comfort one cannister can bring.

I am smiling here realizing you may be smirking, smiling thinking I may be a little crazy here talking about coffee in detail. I just ... may be a little crazy 🤪 🙂🙃🙂😂❤❤ but ...... this is how ... I ... feel about coffee.

I think I will go turn the coffee pot on now 🙂🙃🥰🙃🙂☺😄❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Diamond Teardrops ... Purest of Love, Pain

 7:56 am ...

Sunshine! All the little raindrops lingering from last night's rain are glistening like diamonds hanging on the tree branches! Wouldn't it be amazing to walk outside, shake tree limbs ... and diamonds fell all around you? Pick them up... let them flow through your fingers onto little piles of shiny happiness!

Diamonds and gold are my my most favorite jewelry ... my rings are gold, diamonds, amethyst ... my birthstone. 

Diamonds and gold always make me think of the sunshine and many tears I cried when my son, Tommy, died. When the sun shined on my tears it sparkled through them making them glisten like diamonds. My hair then, glistened gold in the sunshine. I remember at times I would stop crying, mesmerized at how beautiful. 

I always wished I could design a mother's ring with a waterfall of diamond tears on a gold ring ... a special ring in tribute to only mothers who have lost their child. To me, tears are liquid diamonds ... so precious ... each teardrop holds nothing but, pure love from a mother's Heart. 

Purest of love, purest of pain ... my Heart has a permanent pool of teardrops where my teardrops hidden from the world forever fall replenishing it always.

These are just thoughts that happened while looking at the sunshine this morning ... I've never heard anyone else express thoughts like I just did. So ... I did ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ 

Photo of the imperfect jewelry (but ... perfect enough) I make ... I love holding, touching the gold wire as I work with it ... I love the coolness, sparkles ... while letting the beads, stones flow from hands when I hold them ... look at them.

Beauty can be found even at the saddest of things. I am forever looking for beauty even in the ugliest of things ... people. Not finding it in everything ... or others ... is a story for another time. 🙂❤🙂 I hope your day is filled with the happiness, beauty of all around you. Yes ... I know the times we really have to focus to find it. It's there ... we just have to see it.

I look around me ... to see beauty this moment ... a precious Pup named Precious Camo Kissy Fairchild Camie laying here on the bed beside me ... I see, hear Skip Bates Skip breathing softly as he still sleeps ... I look outside at the sunshine still making raindrops glisten ... beauty of feeling grateful for all. My little, bitty world that means nothing to anyone else but, ME. My life.

Oh ... I see, hear, smell the beauty of MR. COFFEEMAKER as each comforting drop of coffee is made! I am going to go turn that beauty into reality now! 🙂🙃🙂❤❤

Gloria Faye Brown Bates (author, owner of story, photo) ... 2024