MY HEART IS BIGGER THAN MY BRAIN!!
I have a history of a heart/brain disorder. It seems my heart is bigger than my brain! This has been proven over and over. I once had rental properties….NEVER try to have rental properties when your heart is bigger than your brain! I can assure you that it is disaster in the making… I have another disorder from birth… I actually trust people and believe what people say until they prove to me that they lie… Needless to say, I lost a lot of money, including property damage, in my miserable little sideline business of renting property. I could give other examples; however, I think you get the idea…This is my brain/heart ratio:
Once again, I have proven that my heart is bigger than my brain. I DO know better than to feed the wildlife, however, when wildlife looks like this, my heart melts and takes over my brain:
We moved into our house 18 years ago. My heart sang when I discovered that cute little raccoons lived in the woods behind my house. So began my long-time love of the raccoons. For 18 years, I have thrown table scraps, stale food and whatever edible discards out in the back yard. I named them all – and I can remember every name over the past 18 years… "Rocky!" Sorry…just my sense of humor…but this is true. Yes, I DID name them all "Rocky"… Raccoons came and went. Occasionally, one or more made my back yard their hangout. I never minded once I got smart enough to move the cat food from the garage to the Florida Room…......
Most recently, there are two raccoons that made it a habit to stop by for supper every evening. Usually they waited patiently for their hand-out, however, three weeks ago, little Rocky got a little impatient with me, so decided to bite me on the leg. ....
Let me tell you folks…raccoons have razor sharp teeth!!!....
So, here I am – treating to prevent rabies. I have most of the shots behind me and one more before I am done. Rocky is still looking for food. Every night she is on my patio – looking all confused because I dare not toss another morsel of food into the yard for my own welfare, but she does not understand. So, she paces around the patio, looks thru the glass of my back door and sniffs the air for food…any food! I don't feed her. My husband wants to kill her…I won't let him. So then, hubby wants to trap her and cart her off….I won't let him. Rocky has three little Rocky babies…how will they eat? Once again, if Momma Rocky is not here to feed her babies, I am afraid my heart will become bigger than my brain……..AGAIN!....
July 6, 2008....
