Act of love ah... act of love...

act of love ah... act of love. i was going to be facetious here (who? me?) and state “what is not an act of love”? what acts are acts of hate? personally, when i “hate” something or someone, i tend to un-act. one way you can be assured i don’t like you is if i don’t talk to you at all. teasing you, prodding you, making faces at you = i feel you’re worth spending time over. otherwise, frankly life is too short. polly is my all at this point in my life. she’s my partner in crime, my robin to my Batman. she’s the monkey on my back. i could easily call this blog standing with polly. with her, i don’t have time to act. it’s an all-cards-on-the-table game of texas hold em. something, i suggest, animals bring out in us. with polly’...