Smacksy Sunday Links

Imagine it's your last year.

How to offer a genuine apology.

Quinta Brunson can do any type of television.

Why money is so emotional.

When the earth started to sing.

Rules for a frugal life.

Breaking phone dependence.

The moment that ruins our focus.

Essential tips for cleaning out the garage.

Mata Hari.

No such thing as waste.

The best bistros in Paris.

Beautiful libraries.

Cookbooks worth reading cover to cover.

And ducklings.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Sunday Links

 

This is water from David Foster Wallace.

Writer math.

The focus of a monk.

Why uncertainty is good for us.

Setting anti-goals.

The world of picture books come to life.

All of this party food, please.

Ultimate carry-on of airplane snacks. (But not the tuna. Come on.)

And the binturong.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Sunday Links

Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

How to spring clean your mind.

Don't remove your home's graffiti.

Amanda Gorman is using poetry to create social change.

How to live well.

The Nancy Meyers character you are based on your zodiac sign.

What to do with your used eclipse glasses.

Sticks and the people who love them.

A guide to the cave villages.

And owl and owlettes livecam.

Sunday Links.

Goodbye Sweet Levi

Today we said farewell to our sweet Levi who had been battling a large and awful mass in his abdomen for some time now. A veterinarian came to the house today to help set him free on his great journey. 

Before he came to live with us, in one of his previous placements from the dog rescue, Levi lived for a short time in an assisted living. He did not end up being the right fit there ultimately, but the residents loved him. In the evenings, the folks who wanted a visit from Levi would leave their doors open so he could wander in. Levi kept to the first floor, never venturing up the stairs. He was afraid of stairs.

One morning, Levi was not in his bed in the lobby. They searched for him in the dining room and the music room and all of the first floor resident apartments. They worried that perhaps he had somehow gotten out. Even though he never climbed the stairs, they eventually went looking for him on the second floor. Still, no sign of him.

Later that morning, he was finally found on the third floor. He was curled up sleeping at the foot of the bed of a woman who they soon discovered, had died overnight. She didn't pass alone. Levi had been at her side.

I wish you all could have met him. He was such a good boy.