It has been four years since I made an entry in this blog. I believe this one holds my only public postings unless you have seen me hanging out on Facebook. Wow! Four years just like that. I call these times my candle burning years, but lately, it has felt more like spinning my wheels years. I started to post on FB today and then decided to make an entry in my blog, since I was writing in the 3rd person.
There is a technique used in psychology referred to as the "3rd chair." I believe women use that little trick more than men. Guys seems to never get over just saying what is running through their brains at any time. Most women analyze the possible outcomes before speaking. Occasionally if a woman wants her husband to get a message, but she isn't forthcoming enough to tell him, she will tell him another person said it. He gets the message, and she doesn't take the risk that he won't like it and be mad at her. Women seem to be born with the capability of using manipulations to achieve. If you observe children closely, you will see the little girl coming out of a situation looking quite innocent, while little boys are most often caught red handed. I see the same type of behavior traits in my English bulldogs. The male bulldog gives you eye contact and firmly defends his decision to dump the water out of your little swimming pool, while the female bulldog stands by, watches and would never choose to do that in front of you. My little French bulldog is having a terrible time right now trying to eat her own food, while sneaking the English bulldog's food without getting caught. Life can be challenging even for bulldogs.
I have decided to share my morning entry in my own blog instead of on Facebook today, because I need to focus more on my books and blogs, both public and private. It helps me to falsely believe that I do have a private life. 😊 Below is the entry in perhaps my most neglected blog.
"It was 12 noon when she sat down to have her "morning" coffee on a beautiful San Diego fall day. The English, American and French bulldog had been fed. A shipment had been dragged inside her security gate and was waiting for her husband to get up to carry it inside. A beautiful brisket had been carefully browned and placed inside the crockpot with cartelized onions and mushrooms. She poured a mixture of beef stock, Worcestershire sauce and a little Soy Sauce on top of all of it, turned it on low and let her imagination run away about how great the Texas Brisket Rub would flavor the meat.
The woman had grown up so long ago and far away from her favorite place to be at this time in her life. Soon she will take off on another adventure. She rallies between feeling excited about it and dreading the work involved to get "there from here." Sometimes it was still hard to believe how she got "here from there." No firm decision has been made about where "there" will be, but she knows she doesn't want to need daily help from services and employees, so it must be small enough for her to maintain. She is in pursuit of privacy of this time in her life.
She has led a very exciting life and for the past 7 years has been working towards winding down from that lifestyle towards one that will allow her to focus on a couple of books she has been writing for too many years now. She holds so many memories inside of her and so many secrets. It is challenging to write about one's life while protecting the privacy of those who would not want their story told, because other people are so intertwined in our lives."
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