Month: November 2015

I am the youngest of seven children.  I like being number seven.  For a lot of reasons. My siblings would probably say I was spoiled while growing up.  The youngest always is.  I would say this is true, with an

“Cause there’s a million things to be.  You know that there are.” – Cat Stevens It is true.  There’s a million ways to be.  We certainly know that to be true. And right now, when the world seems a little

Snarky.  I miss the word… Snarky.  But as with any phrase or popular slang-hash in the English Language… they all can be….  …LIKE …. “that was SO seven seconds ago.” I’m talking 24/7. Okay, enough of that.  But the phrases

Life, can sometimes be stranger than fiction.  Other times, it can be very wonky.  Not just mine personally.  Although, I have to say… lately… my personal life has been a little out of the ordinary.  Nonetheless. I am talking about

Okay.  Do you want to start with Jack & Jill?  Or Humpty Dumpty.  Oh.  What the heck.  Let’s just go with London Bridge. It’s falling down.  All of them are falling down.  And, as fate would have it… all of

Ebb and Flow.  Yes, where tides are concerned…. the ebb and flow are two phases of that tide…. or any similar movement of water. The ebb is the outgoing phase.  You know, when the tide drains away from the shore.  

Some days you just feel like an old dried up, rusty, water spigot. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t work.  So… you have to call in sick. It is one of those days… “If you want your

It all started out normally.  I woke up at 5:15 a.m., turned off security,  and let the dogs out.  Yes.  It WAS me who let the dogs out. And I did all my morning routines.  Empty dishwasher, make coffee, feed

Okay. Then. We’ve heard it a million times but I will recap. They say.. “Find what you love to do, and do it.” And that is great advice. If you love to scrape barnacles from the underside of a boat,

I was thinking today about my Dad, and his service in the Military.  Maybe because of all the talk around Veterans Day.  At any rate, my Dad served during World War II.  He was deployed to the European Front, where