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Bananas for Jesus

When you’re on the grift in Provo with bananas and some kitchen staples.

DD and friend bought this bread to support a women’s center; I don’t think anything feels more redemptive than knowing how holy this shitty bread is.

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March 25, 2019 Amy PallesonPics/Quotes/Random stuff, Society

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Someday (maybe) we’ll be free of chaos and looking back at this time telling one another stories of our perseverance; of how we walked through the fire holding hands, humming lullabies to make each other brave. And on that day, in the breath of a new world, I will sing the tale of my story, about how Julia left Blue the magic of necklace-wearing kitties and how Dubie—the always-purring kitty—seemed placed upon this earth to remind people how much they wanted to love. And it’ll be sunny, and leaves will weave themselves into blankets upon the ground. (Blue is the sweet girl who my oldest tends who didn’t know anything about cats so they had a moment a few months ago when they saw one on their walk [p.s. I know the cat is a “she”] and Blue was fascinated, so they sat down to be with the kitty and Julia sent me this video after. Dubie is the graceful gentleman who just the other day made me have the thought “animals are here with us to show us how to love” for the experience of Dubie is knowing how much he misses his family and yet still runs to the door to see me and purrs as I carry him—even though it’s not as good as how his mom does—around the condo, and then without even so much as a peep from me, at the end of our time together, walks over to his food bowl as if he doesn’t want me to feel guilty for leaving. Anyways, our animals are such good teachers and may we all step up to that lesson in whatever way feels right for us. Sending good vibes to everyone for a good day).

“Part of my contribution to the family is trying to be the best role model I can be for people feeling anxiety and stress.” #saltlakecity (Jupiter, in his very first product placement for Smarty Kat)

[Repost; in memoriam] Come see me, Sophie, as you’re walking the blue twilight between worlds. Come see me, in that dream land, when the pain disappears, and the body absorbs into stars, and we can behold the sun as it rises on this first new day. Come see me, From your world beyond breath, when the boldness of your heart finds itself again, and in the unburdening from flesh you can see the magic of who you are. Come see me, Sophie, watching the tears of a Sophie-less morning, Then scamper off to the world you now belong to, catching joy like butterflies, looking back to see me (one more time) Quietly calm in the salty stream Daring the world to make me forget For as on the lawn that day and forever, with my hand stretched out, you reached back to me through Time, painting me into wholeness with vibrant splashes of your self, making my heart thump with happiness as your eyes held the wonder of the blue sky and the deep green, and the clouds watched and danced across the sun. [Sophie was a dog with a big personality--charming, funny, dramatic--adopted as a senior into a home with two other large dogs and, on the last trip I cared for her, went downhill to where I knew she'd be passing into the next life. So, through tears on our last visit—her family was racing to get back to her—while sitting on the dirty concrete of her backyard, I stroked her head, and told her to “come see me” from the realm to which she would soon pass. I wrote this poem when I got up the next morning—7/11/17—and Sophie‘s family got back and saw her off in the purposeful-dignity humans are often called on to step up to and, after, when I’d sit for the families two remaining dogs, sometimes at dusk, I'd be sitting in the yard (like all four of us used to do) I swear I’d see Sophie in the corner of my eye. The first time it scared me because--no matter my request that she come see me--my left brain is still very loud. But the next few times, I'd had time to find the acceptance that beyond non-quantum, not much is truly understood, and that it doesn't have to be. For it's almost an irrational idea that humanity could rise into the deep knowing beheld by a Universe we can't...

Senior fella Rudy and I slipped into warmth the other day and when he started purring, we discussed how lucky we were to be able to sit quietly in the sun. 🌿🌿. As of 7 PM tonight, I will be a resident of the lawless land also known as “unscheduled time,” embarking as I am on three days off. Thank you so much for the flexibility in finding others to cover your needed dates as well as for the birthday well wishes. It’s only three days but feels just right especially since I decided three days wasn’t long enough to leave town for a trip but was long enough to have a mid-life crisis, about which I’ve been hearing some pretty good things so am very excited. Anyways, joking aside, I may or may not be around IG but regardless: love to you and your fur folk, and I’m off to find the feeling of Rudy purring as we both sit quietly in the sun. Thank you!

“My policy is to immediately evacuate the vicinity of all kidney-health food because of the potential for spores.” #saltlakecity (Izzy’s feline fam is slowly transitioning to new kidney food because handsome Jack needs it but Isabella is not interested at all in risking it contaminating her body so when I set the bowl down next to her as she lay in bed, she immediately got up and walked away. Your move, Science Diet)

“Oh my gosh. Look at this pretty-boy bullshit.” #saltlakecity (About a year ago, outside-roamer, charmfest Anderson Cooper ran into Cheeto’s house and learned a powerful lesson about the limitations of being handsome and how a human that lives in a house can feed and adore you but that same human’s cats can want to take your handsome charm and wrap it very snugly around every single one of their front claws)

“All I’m saying is that I hope the fact that I don’t have the bird flu doesn’t stop you from getting out of my face so I can eat.” #saltlakecity (Esther and Marie; I’ve been bringing them romaine from home not only because they love greens but also because it’s possible there’s nothing more judgy than a chicken for whom you’ve left romaine at home. This morning I did just that so scoured the family garden for a replacement, and found Something they kind of liked, then after they ate it, they looked me up and down like ‘is that all?’ and while I tried to find something else, followed me around until I gave up finding anything, at which point the red one came over and with her beak, gave my shoe an intimidating taste test. So, yeah. I guess I’ll be bringing romaine tonight)

When you’re pretty sure sitter is phoning it in because being carried shouldn’t feel like this. You should feel like a regal goddess on parade; not like you’re a dog in someone’s arms who won’t stop whining about how hot it is. (Pic is Mildred yesterday and video is Mildred today; and she has experience with me carrying her—so awareness that it wasn’t my best work—because I do it quite frequently as does her Family. Mildred refuses to walk and that’s just part of her story but while she is a senior dog and we do indulge her, she could also stand to lose some width which means that every day is an unwritten recipe of calories and obstinance with Penny—new to the family—learning to be very patient with the “start, stop, lean down, cajole, charm, bribe?, pick up” process). #saltlakecity

Georgie and I are very happy to announce—just in case you didn’t already see—that the owner of that dog I found yesterday has already contacted me. I literally had barely posted to PawBoost when I received the phone call from her which is kind of funny because I almost didn’t make a PawBoost about it but Livy kind of prompted me. I’d never used it before. Anyways, Cujo not only survived his near miss with the car yesterday but will be picked up from his no-kill shelter when his owner gets off work later today. (Incidentally: George used to get agitated and sometimes try to attack the Orange cat he saw in my arms when we did selfies together but he’s matured and grown as a man since then so doesn’t do those trivial jealous rages anymore and instead just looks at the screen like a pro until his green eyes pop)

[REUNITED! See Edit below]. 9/18/19: In the offhand miracle that anyone recognizes this dog who was bumped by a moving car going 40 on 13th east at about 4000 south, i’m taking him to the Salt Lake county animal shelter. He’s fine from his near miss, has only been loose for today (some family has been seeing him run back and forth) and is obviously adorable so I’m hoping he’s chipped and that they can get his picture up tonight or tomorrow and he can be back with his family tomorrow night. Every door I’ve knocked on either hasn’t seen him before or they aren’t home and while I hate to take him to the shelter, at this point its the best route to getting him reunited with his family. #saltlakecity #straydog #missing #missingpet EDIT: wasn’t chipped but also wasn’t at all upset to be there. I’ll be watching for his pic and every time I see it will be thankful that Salt Lake County Animal Services is a no-kill shelter. EDIT 9/19/19: I don’t plug anything on this page because I’m not a plugger but gotta say, I filled out a Paw Boost (my first) for him this morning and got to the part where they ask you to “ultra boost” it for money and I didn’t even have time to go get my wallet before the pet had been posted and the animal owner called me. Ends up, he was chipped so when she goes to pick him up, I hope she’ll say something since the shelter couldn’t find a chip but that’s pretty important in reuniting animals. His name is Cujo.

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