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I have found blogging to be useful to me in the past. I get to write what I would write in a journal; anonymous people get to read and comment; everyone is happy.

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What I Don't Know

It occurs to me to ask myself how badly do I need to know what I don't know. Now, I realize that could sound conceited, but it's not. I'm readily aware of how much there is left to know. Nor am I at risk of losing my curiosity to find out more. But after approximately half a century here, the question is, how much more knowledge do I really need? Are there more facts that I need, in order to be happy/content/satisfied with my life? It seems to me that the answer is no. In fact, the facts tha
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Disjoint Thoughts

Sea turtle thinks: I don't "choose" to be part of life's cycles, they're a part of me. Pufferfish thinks: I know my threat is empty, but maybe the other guy doesn't. Caretaker thinks: I have to; it's for your own good. Victim thinks: Why me? What did I do? Mirror thinks: I returned all you gave me. Where's mine? Ghost thinks: I had it all and didn't use it. I lost it all and now I can't. Hatred thinks: You deserve it as much as I did. Loneliness thinks: I'm the only one who feels thi
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Two Minds

When I woke up this morning, I had a story in mind. It was about reaching the summit of a ridge at dawn, and looking down into a beautiful fertile valley. And knowing that whatever route I took across it, whatever marvels I might find there, I would have to reach the opposing ridge by sunset. The whole thing was going to be a metaphor for life, and a fairly positive one, I thought. But what stopped me from writing it wasn't that it wasn't truly what I believed. Or that it sounded even a tiny
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Painting from Life

Painting from Life I slap bright angry red strokes across the empty canvas. I add some orange touches because I'm right, And some black streaks because I fear I'm wrong. And the fire threatens to consume me. So I pour on pinkness and bathe it in blueness, Trying to put out the fire. It works, But the colors blend, their edges lost, Until all I'm left with is a color I cannot name, That is me.
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What if you knew you were about to die?

{No one is allowed to start worrying: it's a thought-experiment, not an intention.} :-) What would you do if you found out that soon, say tomorrow, you'd be dead? Oh, I know that, realistically, most people who were put in that situation would spend a fair amount of time grieving, but I would want to point out that that time would not extend the deadline. I would rather spend time with my loved ones instead of saying goodbye to them. And hopefully too, it would put a glaring spotlight on real
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Voices of the Forest

Voices of the Forest A Fairy Godfather Story "This is a story from the travels of my youth," the Panda Warrior began. The Godfather settled back to listen. The Panda's stories were always intriguing, for she had travelled much more widely than the Godfather. Too, one learns much more about a place by walking through it on foot than by flying over it with ruby slippers. "One day I came to a forest, but this was no ordinary forest. Each and every thing in it had its own voice. The trees told
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The Door Into Elsewhere

The Door Into Elsewhere A Roger the Dragon Story It is not so much that Elsewhere is an alternate reality. After all, why would reality need multiple versions? On the other hand, there's also no good reason why reality should be the same everywhere. It is true that people have always assumed that the simplest explanation was best, or at least tried to keep the explanations as simple as necessary. But how would we know beforehand how complicated they would need to be? So it turns out that th
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Off

Well, so no one worries, that silence you'll be hearing over the weekend from my direction is because I'm off for a few days. Just a holiday. I'll try to be less cranky when I come back. :-)
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A Pandable

Not a full-grown Fairy Godfather story, but still. It's a story within a story: the Panda Warrior tells us a parable from her training. So, if you'll forgive me, a panda-ble. The Panda Warrior spoke softly into the silence of a glorious evening. Or rather, what a city dweller might call silence: the breeze hissing through the leaves, rattling the branches together, the evening chorus of birds claiming a perch for the night, the crackle of the wood in the campfire. Yet though she spoke soft
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Mower Power

Thoughts that went through my head yesterday, as I tried to force myself out the door to go buy a lawn mower (I eventually did it, and got an expensive cordless mower and trimmer set): "Up and down the little residential street I live on, the lawnmowers roar. And each time I hear one, I cringe. Each one represents a man (okay, sexist, I know, but bear with me while I project) taking care of his yard, taking care of his family. They're acting out the state of being a Husband and a Father. Me, I
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Chunking

Well, the focus continues to be on how to get me to do all the things it takes to maintain a house. So, the goal for the weekend is to keep breaking things into small chunks, and getting them done. There are lots of small jobs that need doing, besides the standard weekend stuff (laundry, groceries) that are just unavoidable. If I can get just a couple of those small jobs done, I think I'll be on my way. For instance, the wife left a cat litter box upstairs, when she left. Not sure why, but fo
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The Change Fairy?

Have you ever felt like, some time in the past when you didn't notice it, someone changed the world while you slept? Not in any major way, or you would have realized it, right off. But somehow ... And the things you used to think were acceptable to you now aren't, but you don't yet know what things will take, or have taken, their place? Of course, I assume that what's changed is me, and I'm not complaining or worrying. I'm just surprised, I guess, and wondering where it goes from here. Perhap
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Blooming

I thought it only fair to bring you all up to date, after the last entry: First comes birth, then comes learning. I learned to count on my family. I learned how to make my own place in the world, again. I learned to count on myself. I learned that I had talents I'd never known, or rather had kept hidden from myself. I learned that an offer of love, freely given, is hard to refuse. Then I learned why. Then I learned how. I looked inside and found my connection, the one you have, too. The connecti
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A Birth of Sorts

Once I was a hermit. It was a kind of life. I lived alone. I owned stuff; I worked to pay for it. It was also a kind of death. Then one day on the road of life, I came across a dream. I thought it was my dream; it promised everything I wanted. I probably should have looked harder to see how I was supposed to get it. I probably deliberately avoided looking. And so I died a different way. I got to be everything I wanted ... in name only. When the dream turned out to be hollow, I found that the
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Forward!

So ... Most of you know that I moved back into the house that the wife and I own (she moved out again a couple of months ago.) At least, I think I've mentioned it before. One thing I had wondered about was how she had handled her postal (snail-)mail. Whenever I went to check on the house, there never seemed to be any of her mail waiting to be picked up. At first, I assumed that she had asked a neighbor to retrieve it from the box for her. But after a few weeks, a big bundle of her mail appea
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In R Tick U L8

I realize that I haven't been talking about much of a personal nature, for quite a long time. I know it's going to sound weird, but part of it is that I know how many people care about me, here. I expect them to want to offer sympathy, and that's not what I feel I need. Now, maybe they need to offer it, and that's not wrong. Maybe I just don't want to distract them from people who need it more? I don't know. Things are progressing, in little steps. The move went off okay; fairly flawlessly,
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Roger the Pocket Dragon

I couldn't help myself: I had to write a spinoff of the ongoing group fairy tale, because I just love the possibilities of one of the new characters. I've set it in the "past", so that I don't interfere with the continuation of the group story. Roger the Pocket Dragon A Fairy Godfather Story Roger had not always been a pocket dragon. In fact, for many years, he was quite a respectable size, bigger than a cottage and smaller than a mansion. He did pretty much what any other full-sized drag
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Move Prep

Well, preparations for moving back to the house that I co-own with the wife are proceeding "apace", which in this case means "far too fast for comfort". Seriously, it's inevitable; it's just a fairly large amount of work for what feels like a giant step backwards. She won't be there, of course: she moved out a few months ago. I'm moving back because it's a considerable savings, but more importantly, because someone has to be there for us to maintain insurance on it. I don't like the idea. T
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The Way

I'm walking through the woods. The trees are widely spaced and there is little undergrowth. It is fairly quiet, though there are songbirds calling in the trees. The path beneath my feet is soft, spongy but not slippery. I walk for quite a while before I notice that there are no human sounds to be heard. No sign of any other people, no footprints, no childish squeals. And it doesn't bother me; I don't feel lonely. I'm breathing, I know I am, but I don't notice any sound, any flow of air. I
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Another Group Participation Fairy Tale

Again, I would like to try an experiment in group authorship. Anyone is welcome to comment, adding another section (paragraph or more) to this story. It's a fairy tale based on my Fairy Godfather series, and I have provided the title and a beginning. Let's see where it goes! {I started a new story, not because I've given up on the previous group participation fairy tale, which is still unfinished, but to give people the option to continue that one or to start another.} Murphy and the Oboe o
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Style Moans

Yes, I have once again indulged my penchant for Spoonerisms: I mean "milestones". So now, it's three thousand. I've apparently felt the need to open my mouth (in print) more than three times a day, on average, for almost two and a half years. Why? Because I might be able to help someone, even if only by saying I'm listening? Because so many people limit themselves to interacting on a computer screen? Because the world is full of people in pain, and the only way I know to affect that is one per
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Another Anniversary

It was two years ago this morning that I received a rude awakening. My wife and I had been sleeping separately for over a month, so I was surprised when she knocked on the door to the bedroom where I was sleeping at 5:30 am and told me that there were some people at the door to see me. When I got enough clothes on to answer the door, I found that there were three police officers on the doorstep who had come to serve me with the preliminary protective order that my wife had apparently filed aga
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The Fairy Godfather On The Road: The Washer Of Londry

For new readers, I thought I would introduce the Fairy Godfather. Basically, he was just a guy living in a small cabin in the Enchanted Forest until the day that a package arrived for him in the mail, containing a magic wand and a pair of ruby slippers. Wearing the slippers, he found that he could fly, and with the wand, he could channel the power of the Universe to make people happy. I have recorded a few of his adventures, well, chiefly for my own amusement, but I'm sharing them in the hope
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