Tattle TALE

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Word’s go rattle rattle rattle

People-go tattle tattle tattle







There’s a broom in the corner

so give your floor a sweep

look into the mirror

wake up from your sleep



The words rattle 

The people tattle

Don’t sign your blogging contract when you’re sleeping.

This is a great blog! I laughed because I related. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Lake Superior Spirit

I can’t imagine not blogging almost every day, can you?

OK, that’s an outright lie.

I can imagine not blogging almost every day.

It almost feels luxurious.  It feels wide-open, limitless, free.  It feels like you’d have time to create wise posts.  You’d sound just like Confucius.  You could edit your posts properly.  You could use gramatically-correct language.  You would use exclamation marks and ellipses and parenthesis sparingly, if at all.

Readers would stop by your blog and nod with amazement, “What a wise blogger!  We should subscribe to her Wise Blog.  Her pearly words of wisdom will tremendously enrich our days, when she chooses to publish.”

You wouldn’t use a double negative in your first sentence.  (Remember Grammar 101?  Do not use a double negative in your first sentence, your last sentence or any sentence in between.  That involves words like “can’t” and  “not” in the same breath.  Miss…

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Seperate and Whole

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a girl, in the company of strangers, in the quiet of a railway station running scared……..

That’s a favorite line, from a favorite song, by one of my favorite singers, Paul Simon~back when he was  Simon and Garfunkel.

I woke up in the midst of family. I looked at my Facebook page and saw an invite from my granddaughter, which says that she is married. hmmmm… I believe that’s possible, but who knows. We have had a death in the family..an overdose…..it’s sad, but it happens. I avoid my two oldest sisters who were the executors of my mother’s estate, but had to step down, because they stole money decided to become opportunists………like they didn’t have enough. And it’s hard to see my brother, who I love, just because he’s my brother in a family of sisters, because he’s too much. The last time I saw him I had to listen to his outrageous made up stories.


I write about adventure in my blog. And I am an adventurist. But it all started out……running from my family.

Some people run to a psychiatrist, I ran to Tallahassee. I was fourteen. It was one of the best things I ever did in my life.

If I think about it all, it makes me laugh, if I think too hard, I laugh hysterically.

At one time, I hung on to the idea that my family was to be treated like fine china, but the dishes have all fell off the shelf. And I just don’t have the time to pick up the pieces.

I stay separate, but whole~ THAT’S BUCKET LIST FOR ME~pura vida

Deep In Debt

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I’m not! I learned as a very young person, the hard way, to not borrow money. I owned my own home at nineteen. At my sister’s suggestion, I had called a few real estate agents and told them what I was looking for. They all laughed at me. What I wanted was something that I could afford, not what the market trends were. I bought a two bedroom, one bath house in a nice neighborhood, for eleven thousand dollars. I bought the owners loan with three thousand dollars, so I only owed eight thousand dollars and was well into the principal.

That was in 1975.

I enjoyed calling all the agents up and letting them know about my buy.

But I didn’t have patience. I didn’t understand taking it easy and letting things happen over time. I borrowed money for this and that and created stress, that I didn’t know how to deal with. I sold the house, broke even and found myself having to rent. I did not like that! I am a homeowner at heart.

It took me years to be able to buy a home again. I was thirty. And once again, I found an incredible deal. I bought a beach house on Amelia Island for fifty thousand dollars. That was in 1987. Unlike my contemporaries, I never took out an equity loan. OH NO! I had learned my lesson. I never drove a new car. I like style and dependability; it doesn’t have to be new. I feel the same way about everything in my life.

After many years, I sold that home and bought more houses with my profit. I felt like I was splitting my stock. It all just kind of happened.

I’ve done things in a slow and progressive fashion. I have never done anything to impress anyone. Why should I?

A dear friend of mine posted on her Facebook page these words…..Capture the essence of who you are without material trappings…….

That has been a goal, in my life.

It’s not always easy, because of my ego. But then I think of ego as Easing God Out and I let go.

This post was inspired by an interview with Suze Orman, on the Nate Show. She said that she had been on the Oprah Winfrey Show, and there were 150 people in the audience. They were all asked to write down on a piece of paper their debt. The papers were folded, collected and counted. The total was a shocking 20 million dollars. What does that say about people?

Today, I’m extremely grateful for that 1975 financial flop.

If you are in debt and stressed out and want to get free, just know that it can happen. You are not your money and you are not your debt.

Often the things that we think are the worst thing that could happen to us end up being the best.

pura vida…..





Whispering Dan

I want to apologize if you can’t follow my thought process. You wouldn’t be the first. My blog is my journal.

I have no intention of making money with this blog. As a matter of fact, I’ve made more money in my life trying to avoid and the rat race. It would seem silly, to be in hot pursuit of money, at this point in my life.

When I ran from Amelia Island, in 2001, I was fleeing from all the sales and marketing BS, the real estate agents and people comparing your status by, which end of the Island you lived on. I thought that I was going to live the life of a hermit and seek God. I was going to separate myself from people and meditate. (and surf, of course)

That didn’t happen. Kind of, but not exactly.

Today, due to circumstances, I am staying on the Island. For the last ten years, I have drifted back and forth, letting life call the shots.

When I’m in the jungle, I’m in the jungle. When I’m on the island, I’m on the island.

And that brings me to telling you about Whispering Dan. Dan was a snow bird who settled here, after retiring from General Foods as a patent attorney. We were unlikely friends. But he enjoyed debates and discussions, about every topic, like myself. So, we started hanging out. He went with me to poetry readings and art shows. He tried to paddle out on a boogy board, one day, but couldn’t make it. He ended up with a bloody nose.

In a way, I was his audience. Yes, I kept up my end of the debates, but he never really listened to me.

When Dan retired he considered himself to be a big success. He had a beachfront condo, a stock portfolio, some money, and a pretty wife to be. He eventually got married, sold his condo at what, he came to believe, was the wrong time and he lost all of his money in the stock market.

That was the end of our friendship. He would not return my calls.

Dan was his money and without his money, he didn’t know what to say.

When Dan lost his money he lost his health and then his breath.

I learned a lot from Whispering Dan.

The most important thing being, I’m glad I’m me.