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Share Your World — Spring has Sprung

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Share Your WorldFor this week’s Share Your World prompt, Melanie is getting all philosophical on us. Well, if that’s what she wants to do, who am I not to get philosophical right back.

What is knowledge?

Knowing when to show ’em
Knowing when to hold ’em
Knowing when to fold ’em
Knowing when to walk away
And knowing when to run

How do you define consciousness (self awareness)?

I think, therefore I am.

Is it possible to prove that other people besides yourself have consciousness?

They think, therefore they are.

Would you be able to tell if time had been altered in some way?

Only time will tell.

Do you like potato chips (they’re called ‘crisps’ in Europe I believe)?

This is not exactly what I’d call a philosophical question, but being the knowledgeable, self-conscious, self-aware person that I am, I’d have to say yes, I do like potato chips.

Celebrate Spring by sharing an image or anecdote that shares “Spring”!

Yay Spring!

 

Fandango’s Provocative Question #109

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FPQWelcome once again to Fandango’s Provocative Question. Each week I will pose what I think is a provocative question for your consideration.

By provocative, I don’t mean a question that will cause annoyance or anger. Nor do I mean a question intended to arouse sexual desire or interest.

What I do mean is a question that is likely to get you to think, to be creative, and to provoke a response. Hopefully a positive response.

I don’t know about you, but I typically spend about four to seven (occasionally even more) hours a day on my blog, either writing, proofreading, editing, and publishing my own posts or reading and commenting on the posts written by other bloggers.That’s a fairly significant chunk of my waking hours and I have found myself wondering if I’m unusual in that regard. I also wonder what I would do with those hours if I didn’t spend them on my blog.

So my provocative question today is simply this:

How many hours, on average, do you spend per day (or per week) on blogging-related activities? And, what do you think you might do with your time if you didn’t spend it on those blogging-related activities?

If you choose to participate, write a post with your response to the question. Once you are done, tag your post with #FPQ and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments. But remember to check to confirm that your pingback or your link shows up in the comments.

Rory’s Friday Four Aces — Just Call Me Treebeard

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In his Friday Four series, Rory, A Guy Called Bloke, has once again posed four rather provocative questions for us to ponder.

If the world started ticking backwards how long would it take for you to move forwards time wise?

Well, I’m no scientist, mathematician, or astrophysicist, but if everything around me in the world starting ticking backwards, and I just stood still, wouldn’t I, by definition, move forward in time?

What are three foods you hate with a passion and refuse to eat whatever and also, what is it about these foods that turns your stomach so?

I can’t stand Brussel sprouts. I just don’t like the way they smell or taste. I don’t like raw celery because it tastes like wet, stringy rope — or at least how I imagine wet, stringy rope would taste. I don’t like asparagus because after eating them, my urine smells so bad that it makes me gag.

What is something that everyone looks stupid doing?

Making a duck face.

If you were to have a nickname here in your blog [and different from your Blog Avatar if you use one] that we all called you with your consent, what would you choose and why?

Treebeard.When I was into Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, I really liked that character, Treebeard, an Ent  (beings that closely resembles trees). Treebeard was described as the oldest living thing that still walked beneath the sun in the Middle-earth. In fact, if Treebeard would have been available as a pseudonym, I might have used that instead of Fandango. And no, it’s not because I’m the oldest living thing under the sun. It’s because I’m tall, I have a beard, and I like to believe that, like Treebeard and most Ents, I’m generally a very patient, thoughtful, and deliberate person.

The Friday Four for January 15

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Every two weeks (or what Rory calls, “a fortnight”), the mastermind behind A Guy Called Bloke poses four rather random questions in his The Friday Four prompt. Here are his four questions for this fortnight.

Do you ever simply stop and wonder ‘Where has time gone to?’ or is it something that never bothers you?

I used to wonder a lot about that, but now that I’ve gotten to the point that I have far fewer years ahead of me than I have behind me, I think it’s a kind of pointless thing to ponder.

If you had a warning label, what would yours read?

What fact amazes you every time you think of it?

That Donald Trump was elected president in the first place.

What kind of activities do you enjoy doing and what would you never do?

I’ve reached the age where my activities include mostly sedentary things like blogging, reading, watching TV, occasionally taking long walks, and eating. Some activities that I would likely never do would be sky diving or bungee jumping. I’d prefer to spend the years that I have left with as few broken bones as possible.

Dog Gone

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We struggled over the past few months with the diminishing quality of life that our beloved dog was experiencing. Some days were okay, many were not. She spent much of each day sleeping, getting up only when she needed to go out to take care of business or to eat. And we often had to feed her by hand.

When she was up and around, she had difficulty walking, her hind legs unable to keep her backside from collapsing into an awkward sitting position.

Was she in a lot pain? Who knows? Like most dogs are, she was stoic. And if she was in pain, she never cried out or whimpered. We couldn’t ask her how she was feeling and she couldn’t tell us. Not in a way we could definitively understand. And not in a way that could give us any degree of certainty.

That’s what made our decision so difficult. Was it the right time? Were we prematurely taking away days, weeks, or even months from her life?

We spoke with our veterinarian, who came to our house yesterday afternoon. She confirmed that it was, indeed, time.

I suppose we’ll always second guess our decision, always feel a sense of guilt. But she’s gone now and we are heartbroken.

We miss her.