About

This little guy knows it all works out while he snoozes.

I rode in on the first baby-boomer wave (1946, in case you didn’t know), landed with a thud, and have been on a wild ride ever since. I’ve lived through alcoholism, single parenthood, recovery (from alcoholism, not parenthood),  denial of God in my life, discovery of God in my life, loneliness, finding fellowship…. It hasn’t always been happy but it’s been full. 

I’m working on knowing what the little dog knows—it all works out. The closer I come to God the closer I get. My search started when I joined AA and did the Twelve Steps. The presence of God in my life gives it meaning. It helps me to understand why I am here: to love and to forgive.

Before I retired I wrote technical stuff for Silicon Valley biotech firms. Now no one tells me what to write or not to write because no one is paying me. It feels great. The only thing I miss is the stock options.

 Blogging and Cats

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Jack and Joe

I feel compelled to say a word about cats, since they’re why I started blogging.

At 5 a.m. I crawl out of bed and feed my masters, two formerly feral cats. Joe, the orange one, flirted with me in the backyard for weeks until I caved and fed him. Soon he brought around his black brother, Jack. Smitten, I fed him too. Eventually I trapped them and had them neutered and immunized. I feed them at 5 a.m. because that’s when they’re hungry. 

My groggy 5 a.m. resentment turned to gratitude, as predawn stillness gradually became a time for creative inspiration that finds a perfect outlet in blogging. My blogmuse comes while the bros eat and hang out grooming themselves and lounging. Then they’re off and running. And I’m off and blogging. Where the muse goes off to, nobody knows.     

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