Did you ever surprise yourself with your own courage? Your own naivite? Well, writing this blog is an act of one or the other for me. I started texting just one year ago; I felt like I was entering a brave new world…
When I look back on the past 50 years, I wonder how I made it through some of the bizarre and downright frightening events that, in their totality, made me what I am today. And then I chuckle. Putting all the calamities together make them seem as preposterous as the story-lines of the soap operas that are being cancelled from day-time TV. And if that kind of wacky stuff happened to me, I bet it (and worse) happened to lots of others.
EXAMPLE: I was struck by lightning about a year ago. That’s bad enough. But there’s more. At the time, my 26-year marriage had a surprise ending for me: my husband up and left. We got legally separated and then I up and left my country home while waiting to buy a city condo. I was living alone at my sister’s mountain vacation house while I was waiting for a bank to decide whether I was mortgage-worthy; and hoping that the condo would still be there if the bank ever made a decision. Otherwise, I would be husbandless and homeless. Then I got struck by lightning: splash lightning, not bolt or ball lightning–so I guess it could have been worse. I was isolated, weak, and not thinking very clearly. Changing my will became a priority.
I survived (obviously). But the story just illustrates my wonky life and how I am navigating some pretty wavy waters by not taking life and myself so seriously. That’s what I want to share with you through this blog.
The problem is that I know nothing about blogging.
And so I go forth with the courage and naivite that has animated my life for as long as I can recall. Wish me luck.





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