I haven’t had time to post anything on the Deluded website for a while for one simple reason. I’ve been out walking my 14-year old Boston Terrier – pretty much around the clock. And for not his health and sanity. For mine.
Poor ole Rebel Dawg has become incontinent, stone deaf and pretty much blind. But just because my best friend has made my life inconvenient doesn’t make me love him any less. It HAS forced me to rethink my life along with my heretofore questionable possession of any sophistication whatsoever. Continue reading
Yesterday I reached one of those milestone years. Thanks to that world menace, Facebook, now everyone knows which one. Let’s just say I have 364 days remaining before I enter my 70s.
As I mulled over how to spend this wealth of days, I got a call from my friend who sounded literally on top of the world. She had discovered the meaning of life in the span of about 35 minutes.
“I finally cleaned out my refrigerator and now I am quitting my job to open my own shop,” she announced. I was so inspired by her discovery of the secret of courage, that I went immediately to my refrigerator and surveyed a world so scary I may stop eating cold food. I decided to incorporate The One Minute Rule. For one minute, I did what I could to clean up that toxic waste dump. Continue reading
I’ve begun looking for messages from above which are embedded in common occurances I believe. Take yesterday ror example: I attempted to move a truck load of groceries into the house, As usual I was rushing and trying to carry too many at once. As I opened the back door one bag slipped from my grip