Yesterday I heard myself asking Dave, “Can I…” and suddenly I heard my father’s voice. My father was a man of precision. According to him, “Can I…” was asking about ability. And “May I…” was asking for permission. So when I tried to use “Can I…” to ask permission, Dad would respond, “I don’t know; can you?” TTYL, Linda ..read more

If I say to Dave, “Will you put a new box of tissues in the kitchen, please?” He will inevitably say, “What?” So, I tried something new yesterday. I pointed at the bathroom where we keep extra tissues and said, “Kleenex.” Then I pointed to the kitchen and said, “Kitchen.” And he promptly delivered a new box of tissues to the kitchen. I wonder if I had added the word, “Please,” if that would have been too many words. And he would have replied, “What?” TTYL, Linda ..read more

You all know that the only responses to threat are fight or flight, right? Wrong. We think we learned these two responses from animals. But they have others. Have you ever seen a scared rabbit? They freeze in the hope that they will blend in so well the predator will not see them. Have you ever been a dog roll over and present its belly to a threat? They submit so as to not look threatening in return which would escalate the threat. So, in reality, the choices are fight, flight, freeze, or submit. I tend to submit. Which is why my last surgery included a procedure I did not want and wish I had ..read more

I think my most valuable clothes might be my socks. I only wear wool socks. Those that have at least 50% merino wool. They keep my feet a comfortable temperature all year around. They even keep my feet warm when they are wet. And merino doesn’t hold odors so my feet don’t smell bad. Add to those my Crocs and my feet are ready for anything I ask of them. Rain, snow or sun. I do, however, change into a dry pair when I get home. Not because the socks stop working. But because I don’t like leaving wet footprints when inside. TTYL, Linda ..read more

Sometimes an RVer just doesn’t feel like doing a lot of cooking. So, lately, some RV friends have been discussing using canned meat. When I was traveling solo in my van I needed weight in the right front corner to make up for having no passenger. So I put a bag of tools and a bin of canned goods there to help balance my vehicle’s load. Here’s some of my ideas and experiences from carry that bin of canned food. Stir together equal amounts of mayonnaise and sour cream. Add generous amounts of onion powder and dill weed. Drain and stir in a can of baby shrimp. Add part of a bag of broccoli slaw ..read more

You all know how creative my brain sometimes gets at night. Last night it was especially weird. A psychiatrist offered to help a prisoner get rid of the voices in his head that kept getting him into trouble. The prisoner responded, “No, thanks. They keep me company when I’m in solitary.” TTYL, Linda ..read more

For some unknown reason I recently started reading the book Philosophy 101. So far, I’m learning a bit about various philosophers and theories. The one that keeps resonating through my head is Existentialism. I seem to have boiled it down to three words. “I exist. Why?” TTYL, Linda ..read more

If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time you know I often have some zany thoughts when I’m about to wake up. This morning I was playing solitaire in my sleep. Um, maybe I should play less of it when I am awake? TTYL, Linda ..read more

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