Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected.
My furbabies have been over stimulated with the new sounds of their new home. I know they are only doing their job to protect their alpha dog. (Me)
The first few days were a little rough for me and my poochies. They have been barking at everything and everyone, making me nervous and them as well. I would take them potty and try to introduce myself, but the dogs were in protect mode, which made it difficult. I was really starting to think this situation wasn’t going to work. I even had a neighbor tell me to keep my nasty dogs away from her. I was really feeling like I wasn’t going to fit in.
I decided to walk across the street to the family dollar and buy myself a six dollar bottle of Liberty Creek wine. You know the good stuff.
As I was getting my drink on, there was excessive laughter and screaming from the neighbor kids in our courtyard, so I peeked out my kitchen window to see what the raucous was all about. There were about 20-30 kids playing on a Slip-n-Slide and kiddy pool and water balloons. Child hood memories came flooding in. So, I grabbed my glass of wine and sat on the steps and watched with delight.
I asked the kids if they minded if I took pics, they thought that was cool. I sat and watched as they carried on without a care in the world, wearing whatever clothing and it didn’t even matter. They were having a blast!
The mom of 9, saw me and told the kids to say hi to the new neighbor. They all in unison said HI! Really loud! It warmed my heart. I am sure it was with sarcasm, but hey, it’s a start.
Later that evening, the mom with the birthday boy knocked on my door and invited me over for some cake and ice cream. I obliged. As it turned out the mom and I have a lot in common and we talked about racism and that we naturally fear the unknown. One of her daughters pulled out some braids and she was showing me, and I took my hair out of my pony tail and showed her my hair. The mom exclaimed, ‘you have hair like we do!’ We laughed!
I told her about my blog and she showed me some music that she and her mate recorded together. She has this amazing voice, so I shared it on my social media. Maybe one day, she will be heard and she can share her talents with the world.
As I reflected on this special night, how here we are from all different walks of life,and that we aren’t really so much different after all. We have our unique ways of expressing ourselves through music, writing, painting, drawing or whatever.
I am so grateful for the opportunity to meet such wonderful people and their babies.
Now, if I can only get my fur children to relax a little, we will be all okay.
With Hugs and Hope