And Your Little Dog Too! ~ Early Morning Thoughts

One of my daily read favorite blogs is called “Don’t MAKE Me Get My Flying Monkeys!” I have to admit that the very first time I saw the title, I had to repress an enormous urge to shout: “I’ll get you and your little dog too!!!” As I have followed the blog over time, I have have found out just what a delightful person Laurie is and those connected to her as well.

Laurie ~ you have kept all of us so updated on your life, and then you began the series involving Dale and ALL that he has been going through in the hospital (to say nothing of your (1) hysterically (2) described (3) trip (4) – well, the drive (5) anyway – to get there). While convincing me all the more, that a hospital is not exactly the place to get well … at least Dale has been surrounded by love, care, concern, hope and a decided lack of fear. (If anyone hasn’t read it – now would be a good time to click on the link above ~ or the one –>RIGHT HERE<– )

Now, you are faced with the wrenching problem of having to leave for a time.

As much as I hate to leave Dale in this condition, I have work duties that have to be taken care of. Making the decision to go is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I don’t see any way out of it and it is breaking my heart.

I know just how difficult that decision has been and is for you. There is such a sense of feeling that you will not be there — and not be there for Dale. However (comma) I want you to assure Dale:

I may not be physically present,
but my spirit remain.
My hope
is ringing
the hospital bed
on which

I may not be physically present,
but my concern
and love remain.
That love
has seeped
into the walls
the hospital bed
on which

I may not be physically present,
but my thoughts
and belief remain.
They will shine
from the corners above
the hospital bed
on which

I may not be physically present,
but I will see you
at every turn,
I will see you
in a stranger’s smile,
a word of greeting,
a moment of silence.
I will hear your voice
as I look out over
the valley,
as the cats play
terminator with
their cat pole,
as the wind comes across
my face
in the mornings.

No, I may not be
physically present ~
but I’ll be (insert favorite “cuss” here)>)
if you’re going to
me ~ yet!

(An aside to Wolf:)

As you know, I play a character on World of Warcraft … allow him to imbue your armor with +25 stamina, your chest plate with +16 Int, +5 Crit. I’m going to add +22 healing to your armbands and +16 healing to your ring of defense. Go forth young Warrior!!

–picture of the flying monkey was labeled as a Mattel toy. I’m sorry I don’t know the date of manufacture.
–seeping light picture from

Another Triplet ~ Early Morning Thoughts

This weekend spent at D&D’s was interesting, enjoyable (mostly) and somewhat thought provoking. I’ll share more tomorrow, but while there I ran across these three stories, that had quite a bit to do with the weekend – and I wanted to share them. Unfortunately, I could find no authors for the tales.


One night three horsemen were riding across the desert. When they came to the dry bed of a river a voice came out of the darkness, and said, “Halt!”

The men obeyed the command of the hidden voice. the voice then said, “You have done as I commanded. Now get off your horses, pick up a handful of pebbles, put the pebbles in your pockets, remount your horses, and continue on your journey.” The the voice added, “Since you have done as I commanded, tomorrow at sunrise you will be both glad and sorry that you obeyed me.”

Mystified, the three horsemen rode on through the night. when the sun arose the horsemen reached into their pockets and found that a miracle had happened. the pebbles in their pockets had been transformed into magnificent diamonds, rubies and other precious stones. They remembered the warning, that they would be both glad and sorry; glad that they had taken some pebbles, sorry that they had not taken more.


A spider built his web in a barn, high up among the rafters, where he started by spinning along think thread attached to the end of one of the beams. With this thread still attached to him, the spider jumped off the beam and spun out more thread on the way down, until he reached the place he planned as the center of his web. From the center he then spun out other threads like the spokes of a wheel, attaching each of them to the walls and other places. finally he had an exquisitely made web, that helped him catch many fine fat flies. but he grew fat and lazy and vain.

One day he was admiring the web he had spun and he noticed the long fine thread he had first spun from the top beam and said, “I wonder what that is for? I can’t imagine why I ever put it there — it doesn’t catch any flies.”

And so on a sudden impulse he broke it. but as a result, the whole wonderful web collapsed. The spider had forgotten that the one thread — the link to the beam — supported the whole web.


A series of reverses had deprived him of money, possessions and finally of self-respect. He turned despairingly to begging — extending an unsure hand with a few pencils in it at subways stations in downtown Manhattan.

One day an elderly banker dropped a quarter in the beggar’s trembling hand, turned to go, hesitated and then wheeled on the beggar with: “I want to apologize for treating you as a beggar. You are a merchant, or course, and I came back to get the pencil I paid for.” The astonished peddler handed the banker five pencils and thanked him with wondering warmth.

Many months later the banker stopped into a small stationery store on the outer fringe of the Wall Street area. He was about to leave after make a few minor purchases – the proprietor stopped him and said? “I’m sure you won’t remember me, but I will never forget you. Some time ago, I was a subway beggar with a handful of pencils and you treated me as a business man – a ‘merchant’ you called me. that remark gave me back my self-respect. From then on I refused gifts and really sold pencils — lots of them and good ones, too. From this sidewalk business I saved my money, borrowed a bit more, and then opened this little shop. I’m beginning to make a go of it. and all because of a few words from you.”