This week’s challenge has me thinking.
Yes I do do that occasionally.
There is no way to compare everyday life. Each soul lives uniquely. Nothing is commonplace. Not the experiences that form our days, or the people who experience them.
A while ago I went to Tauranga with a friend and as we crossed the street a man’s music caught my ear. I’ve seen him before, huddled with his possessions in doorways. Stories abound about who is is…one story is that he was a music teacher. This day was the first time I saw him play. Perfect satin notes rolled across the street and drew me closer to him. And I wondered what occurrences had changed his everyday life so dramatically.
She does not have FIV. We still have no clue what is going on but today for the first time since Monday she actually ate without me force feeding her. Not a lot. A little bit of chicken and some minced heart. But those couple of mouthfuls made my everyday life a lot happier.
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