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.