Meanderings 13

Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.


Robin Williams
I love this quote:

“You – you alone will have the stars as no one else has them…In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night…You – only you – will have stars that can laugh.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, El Principito

Yes, we must never have a boxing match with ourselves.If our power allows us to love, let us be the ONE we love first and foremost.

It’s never good to fight yourself.

I did a register edit and now have Just search, no Cortana.
I left her in the woods with no breadcrumbs at least until the next update rolls and mucks it up.

I have always been honest to a fault I suppose. I have learned when to hold and when too fold.

I don’t bullshit ya and I demand the same in return.

Life is too short for tolerating the games people play.

It’s in my nature I suppose.

Reminds me of the story about the Frog and the Scorpion…

Now I am going to tell you about a scorpion. This scorpion wanted to cross a river, so he asked the frog to carry him. ‘No’, said the frog. ‘No, thank you. If I let you on my back, you may sting me and the sting of the scorpion is death.’ ‘Now, where’ asked the scorpion, ‘is the logic of that?’ (For scorpions always try to be logical.) “If I sting you, you will die and I will drown.”

So the frog was convinced and allowed the scorpion on his back. But just in the middle of the river he felt a terrible pain and realized that, after all, the scorpion had stung him. ‘Logic!’ cried the dying frog as he started under, bearing the scorpion down with him.

“There is no logic in this!”

“I know,’ said the scorpion, but I can’t help it – it’s my nature.”

Je ne sais quoi (Literally it means “I do not know” in French.
In English, this expression means: a certain something, something I can’t quite describe/explain/ put my finger on

I think I have always been an out of the box thinker. Just now my silver ware drawer fits perfectly inside my pull out drawer.It does not lay flat so many things find it’s way under it.
Found an extra large long pill holder container, turned it on it’s side and wala no more missing utensils.


On a positive note the frog watering dish for the cats is working again.After three days it had stopped. The frog is pretty but he needs to run water. Besides I had gotten use to it sounding like a little stream.

Haven’t taken the chill pill, can’t seem to stop even when I know my battery is low.


Blessings to those who reside deep in my heart and even more blessings to those that do not.

“a duck in a pond is calm and carefree… but what you don’t see under the water is the struggling & stressed feet.. what you see is not always what it seems”

Dr. Michio Kaku’s mother of all Time Travel stories


The year is 1945. A stranger emerges from the darkness carrying a baby girl that he leaves at an orphanage. Well, the nuns find this baby girl, they don’t know where this baby girl came from, so the nuns call her… Jane. So Jane grows up at the orphanage wondering, “Who is my mother? Who is my father?”

When Jane is seventeen years old, she’s a beautiful young woman and finally has her first boyfriend. A drifter comes drifting into her life, but it just wasn’t meant to be. They quarrel. She argues with her boyfriend. It’s a very sad story. First, she finds out that she’s pregnant. Her boyfriend has left her. She’s abandoned and pregnant. She’s rushed to the hospital 9 months later and she delivers a beautiful baby girl. But somehow, somebody breaks into the hospital that night, kidnaps Jane’s baby girl, and vanishes into the darkness.

Wait, it gets worse. Jane is bleeding very rapidly and death becomes a real possibility. The doctors must perform an experimental emergency operation. They have to change Jane into Jim.

Well, Jim wakes up the next day with a huge headache and he’s told the bad news. First, the boyfriend left her pregnant, somebody stole her baby, and now she’s not even Jane anymore! She’s… Jim??

So Jim grows up to become a bar room drunk. Every time someone asks, “Who are you, Jim? Where’d you come from? Who’s your mother or father?” He just didn’t know.

Finally Jim one day is once again stone drunk at the floor of the bar right after a bar fight. The bartender comes up to him and says, “Jim! Jim! Wake up! Hey, guess what? You see, I’m not really a bartender. I’m actually a time traveler. Let’s step into my machine and see who is this Jim/Jane.”

So they go back into the past. Poor Jim, he doesn’t know where he is in the past. However, he meets this beautiful seventeen year old girl and it’s love at first sight. But it just wasn’t meant to be. They quarrel. Then Jim finds out that his girlfriend is pregnant. Jim says to himself, “Holy crap. History is repeating itself! This happened to be me! Well I’m going to make sure that my baby gets the best education possible.”

That night, nine months later, Jim goes to the hospital, breaks open the window, and kidnaps his own precious baby girl. Then Jim, holding his baby girl, goes back into the time machine back, waay back into the past until it’s 1945. It’s a dark and stormy night. Jim comes in from the darkness carrying his precious baby daughter and drops her off at an orphanage.

Well, the nuns don’t know what to do with this baby girl the next day so they just decide to call her Jane. And Jane grows up wondering, “Who is my mother? Who is my father?”

Anyways, Jim finally gets it together. Well, I don’t want to be a drunk for the rest of my life. So Jim decides to join the TTC, or Time Travelers’ Corps. So Jim has many wondrous exploits in the annals of time.

Now Jim is an old man. He thinks to himself, “I’ve had a good long life. But I want to give myself one final mission. For my last mission, I’m going to go back in time, put on a wig, and impersonate a bartender. To meet a certain bar room drunk who just got into a fistfight because someone said, “Who are you Jim? Who’s your mother? Who’s your father?”

In conclusion, don’t turn someone away who knocks at your door one day and claims to be your future great-great-great grandchild. They may be right

I always carry a little crazy with me…you never know when it’s going to come in handy

I loved this post from Lorna’s blog

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Author: cryominute

In my mind are the castles of a realm unseen Come, join me on my flight