
I just found Song Lyric Sunday through Linda G. Hill, and, although it’s 2:17 am, Monday, I’m still up, so it’s still Sunday to me. Plus, it really is Sunday in Hawaii and all the way to the International Date Line. Good enough.

I just found Song Lyric Sunday through Linda G. Hill, and, although it’s 2:17 am, Monday, I’m still up, so it’s still Sunday to me. Plus, it really is Sunday in Hawaii and all the way to the International Date Line. Good enough.

This is Week 2 of the Kindness Challenge.

Like looking for the good — or bad — in people, you will find kindness if you look for it. And often in unlikely places. Who thought to put these furry blooms in a stairway post two days ago? A child or a grownup? It was certainly a deliberate choice. There isn’t even one of these plants close by. Today they weren’t there, but they weren’t scattered on the ground, either. Where do you suppose they are now? In someone’s living room? Lining a bird’s nest? Strung together like a fuzzy crown gracing the head of a three year old Prince or Princess of the Playground?
Seeking rejuvenation, of course we spent Star Wars Day at Disneyland.

“We are Big Disneyland Nerds.” My entire family. Since 1957.
I’ve been trying to get my photo act together to share some of that day here. I’ve been failing miserably.
So one last try…
Continue reading “May the Fourth Be With You! Always. Even on May the 17th.”
“When we think of being kind, why do we think of doing something special?” Me. Wondering.

Continue reading “Kind to Myself? (Kindness Challenge, Week 1)”

Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms and all the sons and daughters — because we wouldn’t be moms without the kids, right?

Yes it did, and I kinda liked it.
“Ha! ‘Kinda liked it’? I call BS. You’d rather sit there and write than [fill in the blank].” My BS Detector

Most people have probably heard of The Zone, and many of us have experienced it — that mental space where everything flows, things seem to fall into place without effort, and Time has no meaning. Artists, artisans, athletes, authors, drivers, gamers, inventors, mail sorters, mathematicians, meditators, readers, scientists — almost anyone doing anything that requires reflexivity or creative thought can sometimes find themselves in The Zone.
But fewer people know how to get there at will.
“At will? What are you talking about?” You. And Doubting Thomas.
“This guy is so full of himself!” Me reading [mumble-mumble’s] ninth post of the morning.
It’s a fact. There too many a whole lotta a few bloggers out here who are so full of themselves it’s difficult to believe they have room for lunch.
Don’t worry — I’m not talking about you.
My youth was full of doctors. I won’t bore you with medical details because what’s the point?
The point is that post- the most significant part of my medical past, I endured an extended-followup that lasted from age 5 through age 22, when I stopped going. Every year, I submitted to either an X-ray or a fluoroscope, and one of two sets of blood tests. The classic “1 from Column A and 1 from Column B” choice. Except I didn’t make the choice. If the choice had been mine, I would have gone out for Italian.
Continue reading “X-rays and Fluoroscopes and Blood, Oh My!”
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