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Alright, here is my first official blog, I think. It will be a huge surprise if anyone actually reads this! It is 10:30am on a Saturday, and my dogs are asleep next to me. I’m usually walking my neighbor’s dogs by now, but sometimes on the weekends, I get opportunity to sleep late.

Watching a movie, using a second cup of coffee as an excuse to postpone going outside. It is so hard to let myself write. Trying to break out of my inhibitions. There are a lot of aspects to my story, like so many of us… My mission is to catalog my days, while at the same time getting all my short stories uploaded here. I don’t have a direction yet. Idealistic of me to think, but I’m hoping to inspire others to join me in sharing rough drafts of their life, and to join together in getting clarity in how to fulfill our potentials in this crazy, media controlled world, where truth has become a rare commodity and hard to recognize it outside your little circle, which, due to quarantining, is becoming smaller and smaller…

Published by The Dogwalker

It was the spring of '68 when I was born. There were visible stars in the sky that night, or so I'm told... Some days, I ride my bicycle to the farmer's market, hang my clothes to dry, and sketch or play my guitar into the evening... Other days, I stay indoors, drink too much coffee, eat canned soup, and critique endless reruns of "Law and Order." (It's fun to wonder how all the suspects have such perfect memories as to their whereabouts, or why the longshoreman isn't curious enough to get out of the forklift when confronted by homicide detectives). Do you have friends? (I have come to be leery of dating anyone who has no friends. These people always seem to have some far-fetched conspiracy theory or weird aversion to sunlight...) Bonus points to those who... appreciate a good pun or will give a gratuitous chuckle:) can find humor in not only the absurd, but esp in the mundane :)

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