Ramblings of an Old, Romantic Soul

'Do you see it?  Where did it go?' I don't see it, but they know it's there! I think Dulcinea was getting bored Many of you know that I have two precious babies:  Miss Marplestein and Dulcinea.  Yes, they are cats, but they are very precious to me.  They show me love, and attitude, all the time! Last night, I saw Miss Marplestein reaching under the CD tower.  She looked at me with a dust bunny hanging off her whiskers, so I knew she was after something.  I looked and saw nothing.  Next thing I know, her sister, Dulcinea, is joining her in the search.  They were trying to get behind the tower, under the tower, behind the bookcase...this went on for some time.  Then they stopped and posted watch.  They sat in front of the tower for hours.  Literally.  They didn't move.  Eventually I went into the bedroom.  I came out to check on them, to tell them that I didn't think anything was there, or if it was, it wa...

How many of us know someone who is involved in an abusive relationship?  Whether it's physical, mental, or spiritual, the abuser keeps a strong hold on his victim.  And how many times have we heard that someone tried to get a restraining order, but the justice system failed to follow through and the victim ends up dead?  I have someone very dear to my heart who is involved in an abusive relationship; somehow this horrific crime must be stopped and stopped now! My So Called Life   He speaks of love then turns around and beats me with his fists; he shouts out every wrong I do, imaginary lists. And every punch and every kick reminds me I am dirt; my so called life, a living hell, my mind too numb to hurt. My heart aches so, I try to please, my body, black and blue; but nothing's ever good enough,...

Am I the only one who thinks about death?  Am I odd to wonder what people will say at my funeral, or who will even come to pay their respects?  Is it strange to consider the impact my life has on those I love?  Am I bizarre to think I am just a blip in people's lives? I'm not morbid, not normally.  But today I am reflective and pondering on 'the good life'.  What makes a good life?  Is it fame and fortune, material possessions?  Is it how many friends you have on facebook, or how many people you text every day?  I think not. I sometimes feel that I am inconsequential, mediocre; that I haven't accomplished much in my life.  I haven't written the novel that's been in my mind for 30 years.  I haven't invented any great gadget to enrich people's lives.  What have I done?  My husband once said 'who decides what a good life is?'  He said that perhaps being a good and loving wife, or a kind and loyal daughter, or a goofy aunt...