Neither Hare Nor Thare

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Monday, March 31, 2014

I have tossed away Disney, Cocoa Beach. Clear Water, Gator Land, the Gulf and the Atlantic Ocean and a large portion of the South West. It was a huge undertaking but I have managed.

Great is the Lord who giveth more grace.

Friday, January 17, 2014

2006 Reflections

Saturday. May 13, 2006

I took the personality test again to see if I have changed... No, I haven't.. Still the same!

ENFJ's are sociable, intuitive, sensitive and organized. (hmm? I can be in a pinch) These energetic, warm and charming folks are influential, and they make catalytic and charismatic leaders. People often find that they want to do whatever ENFJ's want them to do! (I like this!) Many ENFJ's have a natural gift for public speaking (oh my No Way!) and for organizing people to accomplish a goal-whether in politics, business, religion, teaching, sales, or therapy. (Yeah, I've done that) Responsible, tenacious, idealistic and opinionated, (uh oh-opinionated) outgoing ENFJ's usually work their magic by artful facilitation or tactful persuasion, but they are willing to do battle (Yeah, done that too) with people and institutions they see as wrong-minded or mean-spirited. ENFJ's honor their commitments and expect the same of others. This type paradoxical pitfalls of conflict avoidance and "kinder-than-thou" righteous indignation may get in their way, now and then. Groups headed by competent ENFJ's are marked by well-defined mission, teamwork, open communication, appreciation and support for every member-but they may be well advised to have other types look after the impersonal details.

ENFJ's believe in their dreams and see themselves as helpers and enablers. (Cool!)

Would this be the type of person who would share rabbit photos to some unassuming person TRAPPED next to her on a plane? OH YEAH! In a Hare's Breath!

October 29, 2003

**Friends come and go in our lives. Some are quick, bright, brilliant flashes.that require much attention and ado. High maintenance! Others are soft glows. Warm lanterns in quiet windows content to "just be." True friends are treasures and I am prone to want to hold fast to treasures. Greedy and stubborn I suppose. True friends accept faults, shortcomings and misunderstandings. This true friendship will endure through the darkest storm. A bit tattered in the morning, but still willing to endure. Still sure that the friendship is worth the storm. "Still Willing" that's the key.

Some friends are surprises! The depth you only can see in time of need. These are friends indeed!

Other friends are not friends at all. They are pretenders. They are shallow with no depth of root. They are the users and people collectors, confidence gatherers and any breeze or imaginined slight whisks them away like so much fluff and dander.

But what of Best Friends? They are the ones "willing" without a second thought, to venture out in dark, stormy nights.because you asked. Best friends come with no strings attached.

Thinking on all of this today in the waning moments of my favorite month, October, I find myself outside of the circle and I realize that things are not always what they seem. I am enlightened, learning and "willing".

Experiences have tutored me. If someone makes their circle small, then I am apt to draw a bigger circle and include them again.
Foolish, isn't it?. Naive? Yes, probably so. Most often, I am left with just a circle, but I am better for having made the attempt.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Let Them Eat Cake

Let them Eat Cake!

A wonderful lady made us all a cake for Christmas. Now, cake in our house is rare but once we opened the lid, we realized that we had seen cake before and that is was good to eat, we all had a small slice. But then I woke up in the night and started thinking about cake and how lonely it must be in the kitchen by itself with only odd assorted cookies and remnants of pies for company and I began to feel bad for the cake. Then I thought of all the people who didn't have cake and I felt bad for for those poor people too.
The obligation of duty overwhelmed me and so I just had to do it. Eat Cake!

By this time, the cake itself began crying so sadly and sweetly,

"I'm here! It's dark in the kitchen and I am all alone except for these odd assorted cookies and remnants of pies! I am cake, HEAR ME! Come and eat me! You must!"

While the family slept, I crept into the kitchen and I ate cake.

Later on after the alarm sounded and while under the clever guise of making breakfast, I ate cake.

The morning progressed and while I was answering e-mails, and catching up on the news, I heard it. It was a voice, faint at first but quickly increasing in volume.

This startled me. It was m Kerig coffee maker!

"Morning Blend! I have Morning Blend! Morning Blend .goes great with cake...great with cake!"

Amazing, the cake had somehow compromised my coffee maker!
I managed to ignore the annoying sing-song for a while, but I am only human.

The cake started again too. This time, appealing now to my literary nature.

"Let them eat cake!"

"Yes." I thought.

Someone famous said this once or maybe I had read it on a place mat at a coffee house.

Who is "them" anyway? I Reasoned. And why should they eat the cake?

I decided right then and there that I wouldn't let a silly pronoun keep me from what was rightfully mine. It was a gift cake after all. So quick as a wink, I changed "them" to "her" .
And She, Her and I ate cake.

The afternoon sun beamed brightly in through the curtains in my kitchen. I sighed a guilty contented sigh. The danger is over and past. The cake is quiet now. It has gone to the place where all good cakes go. The coffee maker is silent too since it is mostly a morning voice.

But in spite of myself, I listened. The more I try not to, the more I listened.

Then, very faintly, I heard something?
I opened the fridge-no, nothing there. Well, just a few crispy scoldings from some salad makings but vegetables are not very persuasive and easily dismissed.

I poured a diet soda over ice and retreated to the front porch to count passing traffic.

"Thirty-five."

I said aloud as a red Ford Pinto with broken left tail light rambles past. The postman stoped and delivered some assorted bills and grocery ads directly into my hands. I smiled and bundled the lot to look over inside.

But when I put my hand on the door knob the door was stuck. I pulled harder and it suddenly exploded with a swarm of voices screaming like a thousand buzzing banshees.

"Help us! Save us! We are afraid of this dark place!"

HARK!
The heroine in me rises.
FLASH! HEADLINE!

-TEN BANANA MOON PIES TRAPPED -
"Save us!" Ten individually wrapped voices scream again.
C Copyright by D.J. L December 27, 2013