Homeless, in cold weather, unsure of where to sleep tonight, whether hunger will be helped, somehow, no family, only "friends" other homeless, whom many of which would not hesitate to steal or kill............ Or, it's the "grim reaper", friend of none, usurper eventually of all, homeless or not. Frank
@Patsy Faye I'm afraid I'm getting more and more cognizant of the inevitability of my own demise. It troubles me........ Frank
Make the most of each day Frank - you live in a beautiful place, I want you to be content, relaxed and happy
@Patsy Faye Appreciate that. Patsy! For the most part, I am allotted presence in all but the middle condition......."relaxed". Frank
@Frank Sanoica - do you still have a cat ? They can be very relaxing, if not, go to a relaxing spot and …………. relax
@Patsy Faye Both of our cats died before we left Missouri. Having plans to travel, we have no one who could care for one in our absence now. You give good advice! Thank you... Frank
@Frank Sanoica - yea I've seen the lovely pictures of your cats, hoped you had found another, understand its difficult now
@Frank Sanoica I'm going to discard my depression photo cause your grim reaper is bigger, more sinister. So it's so long, depression. Go sit on somebody elses head or just go home.
@Patsy Faye When they were very small, not long after we got them. Brother & sister, male, "Oxie" upper left, other "KC". They were pretty fearless, or perhaps too inquisitive. They had little fear or dislike for water. Verbally encouraged at the deep end, they jumped in, swam a length to the shallow, climbed up on the top step, and usually waited a bit before clambering out. 'Course, with 110-degree air temperature, the water felt good! KC relaxing on my desk next to my IBM Selectric. They became a vital part of my life when getting separated and divorced, my only remaining companions. They moved with me from their birthplace, Phoenix, to Colorado, Indiana (where a new wife appeared!), then Phoenix, Show Low, AZ, back to Phoenix, where stray dogs killed KC, and Oxie remained with us about 5 more years; he was gone at 18 years of age. Frank