Cramped in the cockpit of the USPS PuttPutt, the new carrier asked for advice from the PostMistress about how to safely use the clunky and difficult-to-get-into reverse gear since the new carrier had been given the most difficult mountain route to deliver the mail. The PostMistress, a 20-year USPS veteran, said: Look in the mirror. You were chosen for this mountain route because the customers who live up there are strong and smart. Look in the mirror again. Do you see that you are young? Look in the mirror again. Do you see that you represent female beauty? Look in the mirror again. Do you see that you are all alone in the vehicle? Look in the mirror again. Do you notice that you have a strong body? Look in the mirror again. Do you remember that you did very well on the suitability examination for your carrier position? Look in the mirror again. Do you see that you are a woman who has natural intelligence and capabilities and can learn to overcome any obstacles? Look in the mirror again. Look in the mirror again. Now back this PuttPutt up and get to work.

Close family members can be dangerous to my mental health and emotional peace. This has nothing to do with love, and I love my family members as well as I can, being a human male. Given the restrictions that Covid has required, and since my wife and I are in the older target group, we observe limits on people visiting our home. Cumbersome, irritating, and unnatural, we have been promised that the limits give us a chance to live longer than if we contract Covid.

Our eldest’s surprise Mothers Day visit, which I knew nothing about and did not notice since it took place outside, resulted in a beautiful bouquet of flowers, hand-delivered by the most senior, direct to his Mother. Nice.

However, upon returning to our home, the flower recipient began a diatribe about how I was not taking care of my health, how I needed to make appointments with doctors, and how I needed to do this immediately. Several strong statements. I was caught by surprise, had not yet had breakfast, and I did not take it well. I performed my storming out of the room trick and began to cool down until some semblance of peace was restored.

It was then that I was told about the visit, and then that I was told that our eldest was worried about me and questioned the flower recipient about what I was doing about my health. A mixed metaphor of a visit, in my humble opinion, since I am not a Mother.

I crafted a private message to all my children, sent shortly before this post, asking my children to not provide ammunition of any kind that leads to diatribes on holidays, or any other days. I wish myself luck in getting a high positive response rate on the request.

Happy Mothers’ Day 🙂

It is the grace from the microbiome of 60-million-year-old fossilized soil rich in fulvic and minerals that I feel better and function more fully. I am grateful to the Agent Of Aid (staff member) of the local natural food store who did all the research and got the product on the shelves for me to buy, and educated me fully prior to making the sale. I am grateful to benefit from the intelligence of nature and the humified organic matter used to create the products that are helping me. Thanks, everybody and everything from 60-million years ago that got the ball rolling 🙂

I drove through one time. At night. Across narrow bridges over water. Didn’t know if alligators were below or not, but assumed they were. That memory became once again vivid when Ruth Langmore died. Perfect writing, scribes. Perfect acting, actors. Perfect cinematography, cinematographers. Perfect casting, casters. Perfect entertainment, entertainers. Thanks 🙂

‘That with which everything begins

An illusion

Created between those with power and those without’

– Urban Dictionary, 050322, Zayante, California, USA, Earth

Yesterday, I assigned this blog to the WordPress internet servers from a previous and long used host. All the warning notes said it might take 72 hours to begin working. I shall find out as I post this 24 hours after the switch. I do not know if confetti will automatically fall across my screen if it was successful, and I hope it will 🙂 What are the keystrokes that make confetti fall across my screen? 🙂 I love the word CONFETTI 🙂

I have not yet succeeded in creating stories from my words and drawings combined into a graphic form. I am good with words and stories and create passable drawings by hand, but the time it takes me to finish a drawing is excessive and impractical for using my drawings as an equal part of the story. Bummer. My writing guru was correct in referring me to the author Alison Bechdel’s “Fun Home” as an example of what to strive for. Onward!

It is the closed roof that makes the difference. An open to the weather lattice or beam roof is, strictly speaking, a Pergola. A closed, weather-proof roof makes it a Pavilion. Ours is really an outdoor classroom, so we’ll settle for Pergola Pavilion.