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...according to Jerry Seinfeld. In my duties as executor of my folk's estate, I'm learning things, and perhaps being confided in, more these days. Learned of the separation and possible divorce of a close family member, and am saddened greatly. Both of these folks always seemed like decent people, and wonderful parents, to me. Sure, I know that sometimes things evolve into a situation where a couple ain't right any longer. Still, almost always heart heavy to hear it.

I have so very much recently received emails through this site from a whole lot of wonderful people. And it hit me. Quite a bit of them keep getting their profiles deleted and banned, then the emails would disappear. So I started looking at the pages and wow. Wasn't expecting that much nudity and such crass statements in the profiles. Especially when they keep directing people to off-site pages. Good on you for trying to turn a profit, but why not just do right by yourselves and the poor souls who pictures you're using and not post some unfortunate lady's nude pictures for the sake of blatent advertising? There are many wonderful words of encouragement and support coming from actual people and then even more coming from fake accounts that a couple have truly said amazing things that disappeared because unfortunately when they deleted your account they deleted your message as well. I took a nap for a while and decided to go through some text messages I kept receiving on the phone. I see an old pattern popping up on the phone that I have encountered many many times over the years. Full of sorrys, full of blame, full of begging and back to blaming. I am not amused at any of what I saw written to the phone. I am actually mortified that it is continuing the way it has with absolutely no shame. First the tears, then the pity, then blame, followed up with manipulation then back to blame. A whole lot of excuses that have been said many, many times. I put the phone down and turned over and did something I haven't been able to bring myself to do in years. I prayed. I spoke aloud to a higher being that more than likely had deaf ears. I got my thoughts and prayers out, and when I felt I was done I got up, put my boots back on and went for a walk around the businesses and just kicked a can around the corner. I still feel as though I had a conversation with the cab of a semi truck in vain. I don't know what to say about myself for having that feeling. If it was up to me I would have been better off without putting myself through the pain of looking. But that's a good lesson. It's not just a lesson but I don't have the words to describe just how disappointed I am. I cannot explain how much regret I have. And honestly, I cannot explain why it is so hard for me to stay on topic instead of drifting off upon the same tired bore of a subject. Please do not take offense to my drivel. Tomorrow morning I will write about something joyful in my heart. A goal and purpose I have had for many many years longer than any relationship I have encountered. A secret to none but myself that I have refused to face from the start and if it touches your heart and soul, and brings joy and hope and tears and laughter, then at least I completed part of my dreams that I have been too scared to realize for the sake of my own discord and insecurities. Once again thank you to everyone in this world for the good and the bad and everything in between. Until tomorrow, may there be nothing but peace and grace around all your loving places.

I hope she got what she needed. I hope it went the way she wanted. I don't know. I just know that I was messaged by an old friend of mine who told me that she moved on in the most horrible fashion possible and that I may as well say goodbye to my old life as I ever knew it because nothing of mine is left. Well, I guess. That's what she set out for. She destroyed me physically. Then emotionally. Now spiritually I am dead inside.

I do hope everyone in this world can learn to get along and if they can't, to at least be civil with each other and separate peacefully. Today I give up. May peace and blessings be upon you all. And may God have mercy on me for giving up trying to stand on my own. The words said to me this morning an hour before her arraignment was supposed to be taking place ripped the very soul of my being out and destroyed me. I wish I could have stayed and been beaten until I took my last breath because what I was told this morning was worse than any death that could have been inflicted upon me. Goodbye turtledove. May you be blessed to have such a wonderful soul and learn before it hurts more people. I am gone.

Across the lonely beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I,
And fast I gather, bit by bit,
The scattered driftwood, bleached and dry
The wild waves reach their hands for it,
The wild wind raves, the tide runs high,
As up and down the beach we flit,
One little sandpiper and I.

Above our heads the sullen clouds
Scud, black and swift, across the sky;
Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds
Stand out the white lighthouses high.
Almost as far as eye can reach
I see the close-reefed vessels fly,
As fast we flit along the beach,
One little sandpiper and I.

I watch him as he skims along,
Uttering his sweet and mournful cry;
He starts not at my fitful song,
Nor flash of fluttering drapery.
He has no thought of any wrong,
He scans me with a fearless eye;
Stanch friends are we, well tried and strong,
The little sandpiper and I.

Comrade, where wilt thou be to-night,
When the loosed storm breaks furiously?
My driftwood fire will burn so bright!
To what warm shelter canst thou fly?
I do not fear for thee, though wroth
The tempest rushes through the sky;
For are we not God's children both,
Thou, little sandpiper, and I?

Celia Thaxter.

As I recall long ago I treated my uncle and grandfather to a fishing trip for walleye in Wisconsin one spring and of course it was a perfect day cloudy and nearly cold so fishing wasn't so great and as I steered the boat to shore I told uncle a polite reminder to wait till I pulled the boat on shore grandfather was off first being on the bow me in the middle and uncle at the end so grand got off then I walked to the bow to jump off and pull the boat on shore more as I grabbed the bow to pull it that's lol when my uncle started to stand up and done a flip in deep cold as he** water of course it caught me off guard like WTH then I hear Gramps laughing and a few shore fisherman then of course I did then as uncle reaches shore soaking wet he says boy is that water cold,that did it we all laughed even more and more for the next five minutes by then poor uncle was getting mad and we all started laughing all over again..lol

...Born a male? Your chances historically, and almost exclusively today, of active participation in land combat warfare and all THAT entails, are set at birth. Sure, there have been exceptions, as with the IDF and more recently with Kurdish female units, but no one can deny these facts, although watch a few try. And so it is with being female. Males are muscularly more robust, and likely smarter tactically, not to mention in terms of bravery, so they carry sword and shield. Don't hold you breath for the girls to meet the brutes in real contact sports on the pitch any time soon. Rugby, hockey, boxing, American football, anyone? Or for REAL military units, as with our US Marines, Rangers, SEALS, etc., to bow to PC liberal fads any time soon. Females are typically built for a different purpose, which includes the supreme privilege and RESPONSIBILITY of bearing and nursing young. Both genders, of course, have always had a role, each evolutionarily different, in rearing the little ones. And so it goes. Different biology, different life roles. So when (only some few) women insist that their "rights" to control their own bodies somehow TRUMP those of natural womanhood, it's at once the height of many things silly. Fear of pregnancy, the birthing process, laziness with regard to available contraception, hate of children, and so on. None come near to cavalierly rejecting and denying true womanhood. You can participate in the grand illusion that somehow CFM is perfectly OK, and without many risks of it own, But you can't fool the rest of us. And you must stare into that cracked mirror daily.

Happy Easter, from a slob struggling with this somewhat challenging language of Portuguese. I can use all the help I can get, and may recently have been blessed with such. Sure, German's somewhat harder, and having Spanish already helps. But the latter is much easier. With restaurants closed, bringing an Easter dinner to our beautiful and talented twins, who are now in their own places, along with a visit from Bravo. Joy for all, especially for Bravo, who seems always to snuggle strategically near the table.