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My First Experience with Death

What was yours? How did you recover?

My first experience with death was with my cat, Max. This was many years ago when my sister-in-law gave us a Siamese kitten. She was breeding Siamese cats at the time. Max had all the positive traits of Siamese cats; he was not inbred, thanks to his mother, who was not from our area. No crossed eyes, crooked tail, or crazy behavior that was commonly associated with the breed.

Max was a great conversationalist, he could jump from the floor onto the top of the refrigerator without half trying, and he was as friendly as a puppy. Everybody loved him.

When it was time for him to neutered, we took him to the vet for the simple operation.

A few hours later, we received a call from the vet. He felt so bad about the sorrowful message he had for us. Max had died on the operating table from suffocation when he received the anesthetic. Immediately the vet investigated and found that Max had a ruptured diaphragm, probably from jumping or falling from a great height out of a tree. He had been using his stomach muscles to breathe.

We had never heard of anything like that happening before. I was so sad, I couldn’t even look at his body. I couldn’t bear to be present at his burial in our back yard. I cried for days.

I don’t remember how I recovered, but receiving another Siamese kitten from my sister-in-law probably had something to do with it. We named him Andy, and he grew into a big, handsome adult. He was put at stud for a short time before he was neutered, and we took a kitten from one of his litters. Father and son lived to a ripe old age and were a constant source of pleasure and delight.

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My Epic Road Trip

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I would take trips back to every art gallery I’ve been to and the ones I’ve haven’t gotten to yet. I love painting, drawing, sculpture, and variations thereof and I can’t think of anything more fun than indulging in excursions to Boston, Chicago, Cleveland, L.A., San Francisco, Miami, Washington, D.C., and more. Including Europe and Asia. I want to go back to the Louvre and the Rodan Sculpture Garden. I want to go to Rome, Greece, the Hermitage, and Angor Wat. I want to see the Taj Mahal. I want to visit the National Gallery and the Tate in London. There are little-known galleries in out-of-the-way places I have read about that I want to visit.

I would travel First Class to these treasure troves of wonder, sampling the delightful surprises and touristy venues of each location. This adventure would, of course, take up several years of life – but who’s counting?

I would only travel with someone(s) who were just as passionate as I am about fine art. No luke-warm, sure-I’ve-got-nothing-better-to-do traveling companions on this trip. What fun we would have! An added touch of luxury would be to arrive at a destination or two via the Orient Express.

There is the consideration of financing these dream travels. I need to be a millionaire, of course.

Why would I do this? Maybe it’s because I miss painting more than I ever dreamed. I have not made time in my life for painting in too many years. I think my choice of this prompt is me telling myself I need to allow the color, the images, and the joy of creating beauty (or not) back into my life. It’s time to jump into the pool with all my clothes on and get crazy.

Thanks, Plinky!

Check out this web site, all you past-life members of royalty. http://www.luxury-trains.co.uk/orient_express.htm

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Me, Renamed

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OK, this question has paralyzed me. I hope you're happy. Seriously, when I was a kid I hated my name. I like my name now because it represents me, and I probably wouldn't change it. However, I think it's intriguing to consider a rename to use as a pen name or other type of professional name.

If I were to rename myself, I would probably go for something dramatic or romantic – or maybe substantial, like a three-namer. A three-namer could be Barbara Taylor Bradford (too bad it's already taken). How about Jillian Hubbard Smith or Jillian Hubbard-Smith or or Mary Ronson Reinhart or Mary McKelvy Graham? I actually knew someone named Mary McKelvy Graham; she is no longer with us, so I could probably use her name without getting into trouble. It has substance.

Now for dramatic/romantic. I love Eleanore of Aquitaine as a person, even though she lived about a thousand years ago (literally), but could probably not use her name because it is actually a book title. So, how to revise it? Eleanor from Aquitaine (no), Eleanor Aquitaine or Eleanor D. Aquitaine (possibly). How about something really florid, like Alexandra Celeste Shandelle? If I were a stripper or porn star, I would seriously consider Brandi Alexander.

Time to stop. This could go on forever.

Of course, in renaming myself I would need to make sure the new name was in harmony with the old. What kind of numerologist would I be if I overlooked this absolutely critical element?

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A Children’s Book Every Child Should Read

I recommend this book mostly because I LOVE IT. I think children would love it, too, because it is full of riddles.

I am not a riddle person (never can solve the things). I own it because of the illustrations. They are magnificent. Kit Williams, author of the book, also did the illustrations.

The story is about the Moon's passionate love for the Sun, who apparently has no idea she even exists, and her attempt to attract the Sun's attention by sending Jack Hare and a frog assistant (the one with the brains) to the Sun with a precious and beautiful jewel she has created for her love, the Sun. Miss lovely Moon also entrusted a riddle for Jack to give to the Sun about who she is (I think). (Again, rabbit-brained about riddles). So the adventure begins, and during it Jack loses the precious jewel.

The most unique thing about the book (besides the illustrations – yum) is that the story contains clues about exactly where the lost jewel is located. No knowledge of British (where story takes place) geography is required.

You should send your answer to the author and, if it is correct, he will send you a plane ticket, will meet you and take you to the location where the jewel is buried, dig it up AND GIVE IT TO YOU. Now, that's whimsey (which, by the way is scattered throughout the book). This is the most unique book (bar none) I have ever read.

You should get it.

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A Great Pick-Up Line

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It's been so long since I've been in the pickup-line department, I can't remember even one – oh, wait a minute, here's one – What's your sign? Don't remember what happened. I probably let this precious gem and its originator slip through my fingers. It's possible I also fell for some doozies myself. My favorite pickup line is "Hi."

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My 10 Best Qualities


I am loyal, creative, I have a good sense of humor, I am kind, tough, spiritual, sentimental, good singer, good with languages, loving and affectionate.

First of all, I must confess I just spent a half hour writing this and lost it all because I FORGOT TO LOG IN. Aghhh! So I am NOT extremely observant. but I AM all those other things.

I am so loyal that I never give up a friend, family member, or animal I know, EVER. They have to give me up if they want to get rid of me. I love them.

I love to draw and paint, and I’m pretty good. I like (can’t say I love, yet) to write, and I feel great when writing helps me accomlish my purpose. Sometimes it’s even fun.

Life without humor is not the life for me. I love to make people laugh, and I love to laugh. Everyone knows laughter is the best medicine. I love VeryFunnyAds.com. And the Geico commercials, especially the one about the psychotherapist who used to be a drill sargeant.

I think kindness is realness. I think we are all hard-wired for kindness. People who are not kind just need to dig through their junk to find it again.

People say I am tough. Maybe it’s because I can pretty quickly spot nonsense (don’t want to say b.s. here) and dispatch it. Plus, I’m pretty good at handling crises. I don’t fall apart until everything’s over – unless you throw up or get bloody.

I am spiritual rather than religious. While I respect all religions, no one way has all the answers for me. I love God, the Universe, the Source, Allah, Spirit, all names people use to describe the ground of all being. My view is that all paths ultimately lead to the same destination.

Sentimental, corny, sensitive – all these words could describe me crying at the movies, watching TV, viewing a beautiful scene, being touched by a certain kind of music at a certain time or in a certain place, talking about someone or something, etc. Can’t control this embarrasing habit. Tried. Can’t.

I love to sing. Used to be quite the singer. Not so good any more, as the voice has become flabby with disuse. I still break into song around the house when nobody else is here, like in a musical – and in the shower, and with CDs or the radio. I often think I should break into song someday in the company of others – just to say I did. Maybe.

When I was just starting school, I could hardly wait to learn to read and write. Reading, writing, and art were my favorite subjects. I am still a book worm. I love learning new languages. When I learned German and Spanish, native speakers thought I was one of them. I like to imitate different accents just for fun. It makes me feel as if I’m almost in the culture.

I am a touchy-feely person and I love to hug, hold hands, shake hands, stroll arm-in-arm, pat people on the back. It’s my way of showing love, of welcoming people into my life, of expressing affection. Of course, I realize a lot of people do not appreciate being touched by just anyone, and so I reserve a polite handshake, a smile, or a nod for them. They’ll cozy up soon enough.

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What I’d Say to My 16-Year-Old Self

Don’t worry, life isn’t the dire situation you think it is. You may not believe me now, but someday you will remember what I said. Go out with the boys you like, not the ones your mother likes. She had her turn, now it’s yours. Speak up more – people want to know what you have to say. Well, maybe not everybody. But it’s always an adventure to learn who’s with you and who is not – and how you will deal when you find out. Have fun out there.

You can probably guess that I spent quite a bit of time trying not to step on the cracks. I could have had even more fun if I had listened to me then.

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