I’ve sure had my share of experiences in my life, and pets.  No “visions,” or other spiritual dramas. Almost three years ago I began this blog because someone told me that was the way to get folks to know about and buy my books. Far as I know not one has been sold that way.  I’m really not an example of how an incest survivor can morph into a successful, healthy, peppy, loving and undepressed woman, wife and mother.  I’m still afraid of men, at the gut level. Not all my children are satisfied with me. I have been plagued with impulsivity.  I loathe to read posts expressing discontent with oneself and life.  Well, why am I writing this?  I’m bored and a teeny bit depressed, I guess.  I won’t stay away from sweets, and am extremely touchy when discounted.  There are things about me I wouldn’t even tell you, and that’s saying a lot.  A positive item is that years ago I made the decision never to kill myself (and that includes anyone else), but I did euthanize an old cat and dog, to my subsequent regret.  I am excited to read that fish and trees are smarter than we know.  I guess that will make me feel guilty about the few fish I have caught, but I have always loved and cherished trees.  If there’s anything in this post that you feel like laughing at, go ahead. I’m happy for you.