2020 Will Be His Year!

Ah, Mr. Dollar. What would a presidential race be without a pompous, arrogant, green windbag that has nothing of substance to say, yet every advantage and all the resources to say it?

As with any election, there’ll be chills, spills, upsets and victories. Can Dollar pull off an upset and tank the current incumbent? Polls say no, but we don’t trust polls. Play on, Dollar. Play on!Dollar - 01

The Strength of Weakness

It was brought to my attention this morning by the person I now live with, whom I called in my last post “my friend”, that I did in fact call her simply my friend. I realized when I wrote the post that I had in fact called her simply my friend when, in reality, she is infinitely more than that to me. She’s my friend, yes, but also, my love, my lover, my absolute best and closest friend, my healer, my savior, my angel, my everything. She means more to my heart than I could ever express in words or sentiment.

One might think the fact that my friend brought this to my attention might somehow tarnish or negatively affect my love or my opinion or my closeness to her, when in fact it has indeed brought closer. You see, this momentary weakness of self-doubt on her part was merely that – momentary weakness. Her soft heart has seen so much brittleness and brokenness in the past that it’s no wonder the evil worm of self-doubt would weevil its way into her, or anyone’s, psyche.

This person is one of the strongest, most determined people I’ve ever known, so much so she has rubbed off on me to a grand extent. I know now because of her example that there’s nothing I can’t do, given enough perseverance. This person had, at one time, been diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer. Well, after a mastectomy, much chemotherapy, baldness from said chemo, side-effect illness, and now ten subsequent years of daily meds, she beat cancer. She made cancer her de facto bitch! And I could not be prouder to call her my love, my lover, my best friend, my healer, my angel, and my everything.

I love her. And I always will.

I hope, in the event I’m not here before the day, that everyone has a wonderful Christmas, that Santa doesn’t jack-knife his sleigh, and that the true starry meaning of Christmas isn’t lost in the shuffle of materialism.

I’ll leave you with a humorous cartoon that I may have posted before. At any rate, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and don’t forget to tell the ones you love how much they mean to you. Take care and walk in love’s grand light.


Santa and the Three Wise Men

Time and 2020

So, I’ve been taking some time off. As usual my blog has taken a backseat to real life. I have no one to blame and wouldn’t blame them if I did. It’s my fault and my fault alone.

I have been moving though. Kind of takes a chunk out of your days – moving. I moved in with my friend and we’ve spent time since we signed the lease on December 1st just settling in.

But I did want to mention with impending impeachment of The Orange and his subsequent following White House bid, there will be a new contender for that seat soon, as promised – Dollar!

dollar for president

See y’all soon! Take care now.

The Genius of Leonardo – Fact or Fib?

Leonardo of Pisa – his genius cannot be denied and therefore is definite finite fact. The only fib here is his name, as it were. Born Leonardo Bonacci in the 13th century to a European customs official, he gained the nickname Fibonacci meaning “son of Bonacci”. Well, not necessarily a fib, I suppose.

The middle ages mathematician is known for the discovery or development of the sequence of numbers – 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, etc… This sequenced pattern is found by taking the number one and adding it to the previous number in the sequence, i.e. in this case starting with one added to one which is two, two added to one which is three, three added to two which is five, five added to three which is eight, eight added to five which is thirteen, and so on to infinity.

Oddly, the man discovered this sequence while studying the breeding cycles of rabbits. The fact that this sequence is found in nature, not only rabbit breeding (see the chart again on this link), but also appears in daisy petal counts and spirals on the face of sunflowers sheds light and insight into the mind and heart of our Creator, in my opinion.

This might sound like fiction if it weren’t true (elle oh elle!) and, to me, not only illustrates a Godly Divine Designer in nature, but also one with a definite infinite sense of style and humor. Rabbits replicating in ordered pairs? Sunflowers and daisies following a mathematical suit? Yes, our God is not only awesome but also brilliantly humorous!

Until our next meeting, walk in the loving light!


Leaving Today . . .

In my effort to be creative everyday, I dropped some more words on a page for someone special. For you, my sweet dear. You know who you are. A poem titled Living Volumes.


Volumes spoken surrendering meaning

To the only one who’s shown me

The truth in love and what the fates know.


I walked these halls alone in doubt

That such a love existed for me

Until now, and forever more we show,


How serendipity blooms like a rose

In morning’s loving warm,

The sun bleeds itself into us, until we go.



New Paintings – Sale Is On!

Some new works I just finished are now for sale. $60 for any one painting and I can ship anywhere in the US for free. International charges may apply on shipping.

Check ’em out and drop me a line if interested!


From left to right – “Red Candle”, “Dancer”, and “Breakfast”. All are 9 x 12 inches. Email me and we can work out the details. Possibly Pay Pal.

Take care and until next time . . .

V Day, V Day, You and Me Day

Hello, y’all. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and your sweet honey sugar pie boo-boo kins! I mean that in the most heart-felt and sarcastically sweet way I know how. For real, if you have a true love, hold them tight and let them know how much they are loved. It’s really all we have, all we are, all that’s important, all that matters.

Not only is it Valentine’s Day, it is V Day. No, not the Victory Day when the Allies won WWII. But that’s a good thing, no less. No, I mean, V Day – a global movement to end violence against women.

Also, in six days, my birthday will crop up like a choking weed in a field of sunflowers! Yes, I will be __-seven years old and I’m not really looking forward to it. Although, they say men are like fine wine and get better with age. No matter how true that may be, we also get achier with age! Just so you know. When your partner wakes up and walks through the house cussing, they’re probably not cussing you. Chances are, they’re cussing their knees or back or shoulders from the morning aches!

A lot of men, I’m afraid, just don’t understand women. On a day like today, many men miss the mark almost completely, I think. So, for all men, I will tell you the secret to women. What do they want? What is it women really want? They want security. I know this for a fact. When I was in the mall the other day, I approached a lovely young woman and she immediately began to yell, “Security! Security!” Okay, that may a bad example.

At any rate, for my birthday, I request that the only present I want is that you give your time, money, or thought and prayers to a good charity like this one I’ve linked or to Breast Cancer Awareness.

I’m happy to report that my mother had her mammogram done last Monday and is now a full year cancer-free!

On that note, take care, y’all and walk in the light of Love and Kindness.