"It is not my business whether or not you like me."



It makes for a great meme............


Wisdom has become so cliche with memes and posts made to encourage "thumbs up" and hearts. As you continue to scroll, ah-ha moments become a pause of the thumb.


"It is not my business whether or not you like me."


Hard days, hard nights, words said in anger, and leaving you feeling small and the bottom line is..it is not my business.  I know I try to be a good person, I am not malicious and for me this is enough.

Perfect imperfections make me who I am.

Imperfect, fallible..........loving, strong, comical, independent, empathetic, and wise.



"It is not my business whether or not you like me."


We all walk around in our little bubble of reality, the making of which is our own perceptions of how we fit in the world.......to fit but ultimately be removed from everyone by a thin membrane.

I cannot enter your bubble nor you enter mine.....

and so

"It is not my business whether or not you like me."


It makes for a great meme.............

Of Loneliness and Alone -ness...

I spent the last two days off from work and like clockwork got out of bed one morning and decided to take the puppy-son to his doggy daycare. I do this a couple of times of week to give him a social outlet but I digress....

On my way, I decided on the spur of the moment to take a drive down to the beach. It takes a couple of hours to make it to a nice beach, most of this part of the world does not have the best beaches.

The drive was nice and I will admit I have much love for my trusty Ram truck which I have named
Della. I drove her from Washington State to here and she hasn't failed me despite her high mileage.

Listening to the blaring music my mind begins to wander. Thoughts about, bills, children, and myself..always myself.

I'll be honest here, I never in my life believed I would be this age and single. I struggle almost daily with this evolving reality.  This is of my own making... truly. Unwilling to compromise my sense of security, fear of abandonment, I tend to busy myself in work. It is a temporary distraction and on days like this it comes to mind.

I cannot escape myself....and even though I have been single for many years now, becoming an empty nester in October has made it even more apparent.

I found my way to the beach, parked and got Hank out of the truck. The warm air blowing with blue skies and the water hue of grey blue. Birds of all kind litter the inlets as Hank and I make our way down to the beach.

                                   I take a deep breath of the salty air.

                                                                           It really is not all that bad...

Hello my old friend....

Life in the Great North was an adventure...

even the internet was quite an adventure..or the lack of it.




I ate whale,

I made friends,

 I braved the blizzards and the melt.



After my assignment in Nome Alaska, I made my way to the furthest most point in the United States, Barrow Alaska.

I lived in a large communal building called the "Hen House" appropriately enough.  Housing meant for women only who worked at the hospital and I am glad to report all the women were lovely.

Afterwards, I made my way to Texas...the home of my People,  many generations of which were composed of Cowboys and Texas Rangers.

In tow was my youngest son, who was not so excited for the move however he was a good sport about it.

and so we traveled across this great country, through Washington State, Utah, Nevada, New Mexico, and finally reaching Texas only to have to drive another 10 hours to our destination.


So much has happened that I cannot relate it in one memo..and so I will search for some fun pics and
slap them on this blog. It is a worthwhile effort. Until then....