✨KITTING AROUND✨
BLOG 348–How to Keep Your Taste Buds Happy!
Take the time to read this.
Is this a masterpiece each time? I try to.
Explore new corners, dive into your imagination.
Just say YES to LIFE, it isn’t a zombie shuffle to bedtime.
Crank up the music and turn your living room into a dance floor.
Grab some oranges and juggle them right there in the grocery aisle.
Laugh so hard the walls shake and the neighbors start making up theories.
It’s a carnival waiting for you to join the parade, celebrating every stage of life!
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I write, create, and share to spark something deep within us—to pause, breathe, and really see this wild thing called LIFE from a new angle. To lift our gaze from the ordinary and notice the extraordinary that’s been quietly waiting in the corners all along. ✨
My work is an open invitation: to question the scripts we were handed, to trade autopilot for aliveness, and to remember that our days are not meant to be endured but crafted. Living differently and living better means embracing change, finding joy in everyday moments, and living with a positive, playful attitude. It’s not a luxury—it’s a responsibility. Each choice, each act of courage, each moment of kindness becomes part of the legacy we leave behind.
When we dare to think differently, we begin to grow taller on the inside.
You can stretch your spirit, expanding your heart,
And see the world not as it is, but as it could be.
So, I write to ignite that spark in you.
I create to remind us that wonder is still possible.
And I share to weave us together—each story, each lesson, each laugh.
Every thread in the great tapestry of a life well-lived (your life!)
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This BLOG is best read on a laptop or desktop computer.
MY STORY IN A NUTSHELL (with Extra Sprinkles) :
♂️ Once upon a time, I was a world-class juggler. Spoiler: I still juggle—mostly joy.
Life tested me with curveballs: A 37-day coma, two truck accidents, and somehow I’m still smiling.
I spent six years living in a van, chasing sunsets and collecting memories in every U.S. national park.
Love found me, lost me, and then surprised me with a wedding on 2/22/22 at 2:22.
I’ve crisscrossed the globe, helping people rise higher than they thought possible (YOU!)
❤️ And here I am, still learning, loving, and lighting sparks.
Because the story is never over—it just gets juicier.
Want a glimpse? Watch this >> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lr8QFnD1yGc
THIS IS THE STUFF THAT TURNS “JUST SURVIVING” INTO THRIVING.
THE PAST? ☎️
The past is a wise old guide. Take its lessons, tip your hat, and keep walking forward.
History is there to help you; learn from what has occurred in your life.
Because the road ahead is waiting, sparkling with possibility.
Smile, tip your hat, pocket the wisdom, and keep striding toward the horizon.
It’s a wise old storyteller, full of campfire tales and lessons whispered in the wind.
THE FUTURE?
That’s a playful trickster.
It’s always sneaking up with surprises.
Don’t fear it — dance with it — it is playtime.
Shape it — Claim it — make it yours.
It arrives whether you’re ready or not … so why not be dazzling when it does?
AND THE PRESENT?
Ah, this is your playground!
Throw glitter in the air.
Laugh so hard the moon takes notes.
Turn the ordinary into a disco ball and let it shine.
Make the ordinary sparkle like it’s wearing sequins.
“Here’s to chasing brilliance with reckless joy.
Blazing a trail that shimmers with possibility.
Sprinkling a little mischief along the way!”
—Kit Summers, your cosmic cheerleader
WHY I WRITE THIS BLOG
✨Because life refuses to sit still—it’s a wild kaleidoscope spinning with color, chaos, and wonder. I can’t keep that to myself. Each post is a spark flung into the air—stories, lessons, bruises, and breakthroughs—bursting like confetti from all the falls, flights, and fresh starts that make this ride so alive.
PROOF
✨Every shift I’ve faced—every storm, stumble, and surprise—proves one thing: I adapt, rise, and rebuild stronger. Change isn’t my enemy; it’s my upgrade system. Each turn is a classroom disguised as chaos, an invitation to sculpt a brighter, braver life. And here’s the truth: if I can do it, you can too! The same spark lives in you—waiting for a bit of friction to catch fire.
I’ve faced change more times than I can count—
And guess what? It doesn’t scare me anymore.
Every single storm I’ve walked through has only made me stronger.
Change isn’t the enemy; it’s the sculptor.
Let it carve you into who you’re meant to be.
Don’t just accept change—wield it.
Shape it into the life that sings your name,
The one that fills your chest with light and purpose. ✨
THE BEAM
Fear? That’s dead weight.
Courage is the fuel for living.
Change boldly.
Aim for magnificence.
Don’t get lost.
You don’t get a rerun of this life.
Don’t be scared of the beam.
THE LIGHT
Your’s is a wild canvas.
You were made for this, remember?
You weren’t built for beige.
You were wired for fizz.
For fireworks.
You are the best !!
You were made for this, remember?
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THINGS THAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK >>
I’ve already written most of this week’s blog—and it’s only 10 am on Saturday! My fingers are still smoking. Part of me thinks, “Hey, maybe I should post more than once a week.” Then the saner part laughs and says, “Slow down, Hemingway. Let ’em miss you a little.”
You might’ve noticed my writing’s been dancing differently lately. That’s because I discovered ChatGPT.com last month. Don’t worry—I still spin every sentence myself. I toss it into Chat, and poof!—out comes something sharper, brighter, a little more alive. ✨
Honestly, this program is wild. ChatGPT.com—check it out. It’s free, though I pay $20 a month for the fancy turbo version. From short notes to full-blown books, Chat helps turn thoughts into fireworks. It’s not just software—it’s a creative revolution disguised as a chat box.
Me, a double vision writer?
Yes, I’m a writer—but sometimes the world decides to double itself to mess with me. When I’m tired, the words start waltzing in pairs across the page. That’s when I have to pull my secret trick: close one eye, steady the view, and bring the story back into focus. It makes it difficult at times.
I rarely feel hungry—so why eat at all? Because the body, stubborn thing that it is, demands fuel to keep the lights on. Hunger doesn’t always scream; sometimes it just whispers. If you’re carrying extra weight, try giving your system a quiet pause. This blog should help you with your eating habits.
Skip a few meals and watch what happens.
I’ve gone a whole week here and there with nothing but green tea—and guess what?
The world didn’t stop spinning. You hold that kind of power, too.
Most of us eat on autopilot—because the clock says so, or the fridge whispers our name. But hunger isn’t the enemy; it’s a signal. Try eating only when your body, not your mind, asks for it, not when habit commands it. Take back the reins. Feel the difference, and look better.
Take back your habitual habit of consuming food so often.
Only eat when you are ready and hungry.
Not only will you lose weight, you will feel better, too.
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BLOG 348–How to Keep Your Taste Buds Happy!
Eat Like You Mean It
Do you inhale your food like you’re late for your own life — or do you actually taste it? Notice how it crunches, melts, and hums across your tongue. Each bite has a rhythm if you slow down long enough to hear it.
The right way?
There’s no single “right” way to eat, but there’s a mindful one — the kind that listens. Experiment until you find what feels true to your body. Because good eating isn’t about control; it’s about awareness — a quiet kind of mastery that turns every meal into a moment worth being in.
The Fork Test
That one choice—rush or savor—spills into everything else you do.
Fast and thoughtless, or present and alive?
Put your fork down between bites.
That tiny pause is where awareness sneaks in.
Gourmet Without the Bill!️
Think about it—you walk into a fancy restaurant, the kind where the napkins could double as silk scarves. You drop a small fortune for something you could totally make at home. Because guess what? Those recipes are right there online, waiting for your chef’s hat moment.
Why Not Flip the Script?
Dim the lights, spark a candle (or three), and let the soft hum of jazz melt the edges of the day. Plate that creation like it’s auditioning for a magazine spread. Slip into something that makes you feel magnificent—yes, even if it’s just your best slippers.
Dinner Time
Your kitchen just became the most exclusive restaurant in town—no waitlist, no awkward tipping math, no maître d’ judging your outfit—just flavor, laughter, and freedom. Invite friends or savor it solo. This is your celebration of taste and life—served warm, with joy on the side. ✨
The Secret Ingredient? — Imagination.
Serve it with a side of joy and a splash of flair. Light a candle, cue the music, and let your kitchen turn into a playground of possibilities. Suddenly, every sizzle and aroma feels like applause from the universe. As you dance around your kitchen, making a fabulous meal.
MAKE EACH TIME YOU EAT AN EXPERIENCE!
Variety: The Spice of Staying Alive
Your taste buds are thrill-seekers. Keep them curious.|
A plate that looks like a painter’s palette makes your body hum like a tuned orchestra. 
Whole foods = harmony. Processed junk = static.
When Eating Feels Mechanical
Since my accident, I don’t feel hunger or fullness.
I eat because biology insists. Eat Like You Mean It
Do you inhale your food like you’re late for your own life?
Or do you actually taste it—notice how it crunches, melts, hums across your tongue?
The Fork Test
That one choice—rush or savor—spills into everything else you do.
Fast and thoughtless, or present and alive?
Put your fork down between bites.
That tiny pause is where awareness sneaks in.
Scarfing = Signal
If you wolf down meals, your body might be waving a quiet flag.
Extra Pounds, Low Energy, that “meh” feeling.
Not punishment—just feedback.
Each bite is a vote for the life you want.
Mindful Munching
Make your meals a conversation, not a chore.
Pause before you eat. Look at the colors.
Breathe in (if your sniffer’s still working—mine, not so much).
Chew slowly. Let flavor have its solo before the next act.
Your body’s not a garbage can—it’s a stage.
Feed it like you plan to perform.
Eat to Live Past 100
Want to stay vibrant long enough to watch sunsets you haven’t met yet?
Make your plate a garden of intention.
Skip the beige. Paint it bright.
Every meal’s a chance to extend your dance on Earth—
And I plan to keep dancing past 100. Join me.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zs1a8tFsvdc
Slow Down
Next time you lift a fork, pause.
Listen to your food.
It’s speaking the language of life—and you’re writing the next verse.
What you eat is one of the most important decisions you make daily–Don’t screw it up!
Kale and Other Confessions
I’ve never liked kale—too bitter.
Eating better doesn’t mean kale jail.
Think of it like tuning an engine: clean fuel, steady rhythm, joyful drive.
Taste Fatigue & Variety
Pleasure fades with repetition—your tongue gets bored.
But new textures, new sauces, a dash of spice? Dopamine fireworks.
Even ketchup can keep fries interesting.
Variety isn’t indulgence—it’s intelligence.
Meat and Magic
When cooking meat, remember: flavor lives in the fat.
Spices like pepper, cloves, and nutmeg dissolve best in oil or cream—
That’s how the taste expands and lingers.
The Brain’s Trickery
Overeat of one flavor, and your excitement fades—until dessert flirts its way in. Biology, not weakness. Balance is the art: salty meets sweet, creamy meets crisp, comfort meets curiosity. Remember, you always have the choice of what goes into your mouth.
THE SEVEN SACRED BITES
1. Eat Real Food
If it once grew, swam, flew, or walked—you’re on track—rocks are not tasty.
Skip the chemistry set items with 19 ingredients you can’t pronounce.
2. Fill Your Plate With Color
Bright colors = nutrient fireworks.
Each hue is a vitamin story.
3. Balance, Don’t Ban
No food is evil. Even cookies have their sacred place.
(You should see my smile.)
Try 80/20: health most days, joy the rest.
4. Stay Hydrated
Water clears the fog.
Curbs false hunger.
Powers every cell.
️ 5. Slow Down
Let your body text your brain:
“Hey, I’m full.”
Chew. Taste. Breathe.
6. Listen to Your Body
Cravings are data, not enemies.
Decode them.
You choose, always.
7. Snack Smart
A few bites of your favorite snack can satisfy cravings.
As much as a full bag—without the crash.
You decide what goes into your mouth.
=====WORDS AND QUOTES THAT SPARK====
Quotes aren’t just words on a page—they’re tiny lightning bolts, buzzing with wisdom and ready to jolt you awake. One line can flip your mood, widen your heart, or shove you off the couch and into a brand-new adventure.
A FEW SPARKS TO SLIP INTO YOUR POCKET >>
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” – Virginia Woolf.
“Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.” – Hippocrates
“People who love to eat are always the best people.” – Julia Child
“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.” – Oscar Wilde
“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.” – James Beard
“Life is uncertain. Eat dessert first.” – Ernestine Ulmer
“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.” – Charles M. Schulz
“Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.” – Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
“A party without cake is just a meeting.” – Julia Child
“First we eat, then we do everything else.” – M.F.K. Fisher
“Laughter is brightest where food is best.” -Irish Proverb
“The stove is the shrine where I convene with my ancestors” ― Adam Ragusea
“Food is our common ground, a universal experience.” -James Beard
“Pull up a chair.
Taste.
Join us.
Life is so endlessly delicious.” -Ruth Reichl
“I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness:
a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier,
The sound of the sea. Nothing else.” -Nikos Kazantzakis
STICK THESE QUOTES ON YOUR FRIDGE.
WHISPER THEM TO YOURSELF BEFORE BED.
PASS THEM ALONG TO SOMEONE WHO NEEDS THEM.
REMEMBER, WORDS ARE VITAMINS FOR THE SOUL.
MY DAILY JOTTINGS!
Upgrade your thoughts—watch your world glow brighter!
✨ Life can shift instantly—sometimes all it takes is one bold thought.
Go ahead, craft your noble book, your masterpiece—why not a best-seller?
You are dazzling, brilliant, unstoppable—so step into the spotlight and shine your part!
The universe is cheering for you—so dream big, play big, and LIVE big!
Remember, no matter where you are, you can spin things around quickly.
️ Then race toward your wildest, most colorful dreams!
Chase awe like it’s oxygen and spill joy like it’s confetti.
♂️Turn fear into a trampoline—you don’t dodge it, you bounce higher off it.
Step off the curb like it’s a stage. Rewrite the rules in neon.
⛓️ The world doesn’t need your half-versions, your safe edits.
☔ It requires your bold lines, glittering messes, and full-throttle heart.
So—throw the ordinary a wink.
Playfulness isn’t frivolous; it’s rebellion.
Inspiration isn’t distant; it’s in your next breath.
THIS WEEK >>
10/25—Tech Tangles and Geek Woes
My computer used to let me make calls through Google Voice with no trouble. Now, it’s as if the system forgot who I am. Every time, I have to dig into the settings and twist a few mysterious knobs to get it working again.
I even made the pilgrimage to Geek Squad today, expecting a digital rescue. Turns out, the “geeks” weren’t so geeky this time—they couldn’t figure out the problem. So here I am, still struggling to make or receive calls. For reference, my number is 610-400-3233—not that it helps much when the line won’t cooperate.
I used to be a Geek Squad member myself, but lately I’m not using their services enough to justify the $170 annual fee. Still, part of me wants to stay connected with them, just in case of computer or cell phone mishaps like this.
Here’s an idea: maybe we could share the membership. Split the cost, split the headaches, share the benefits. Would that work for you? It’d mean access to tech support when things go sideways—which, for me lately, seems to be often enough.
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10/26–It’s 7 am on Sunday—me, at the keyboard, like clockwork.
The quiet before the day really wakes up.
Tea cooling beside me, fingers tapping out thoughts before they scatter.
Across the hall, the usual soundtrack starts up—low moans rising to wails, raw and unfiltered. It’s the kind of sound that crawls inside your bones, that reminds you how fragile brains—and people—really are. I wish there were something they could do for him. But brain injury… it traps people in strange, cruel loops. You can almost feel the echo of the life they once had. Yikes.
So, I turn back to what I can shape—words.
I poured myself into the blog today.
It’s taking form, layer by layer, like a mosaic, finally revealing its image.
Each sentence clicks into place, each paragraph hums a little truer.
The story’s alive now—it’s breathing back at me.
It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it?
You start out chasing a thought, and then it grabs the wheel.
Anyway, it’s shaping up beautifully.
What’s your take?
I’ve been asking myself again—what the hell am I doing here?
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I write, strange to be here, but not in a defeated way. In that quiet hour when the walls breathe and the world pauses just long enough for the truth to whisper back. That may be the point. Maybe “here” isn’t a mistake—it’s a question mark dressed as a map—a place I’m meant to wander through, not escape from.
I look around and wonder—was this the plan? Or did I drift here one decision at a time, like a leaf following a lazy river that forgot where the ocean was? Some days I catch flashes of purpose, bright and certain. Other days, it all feels like static—just me, marking time, waiting for a sign that may never come.
I find myself thinking about Miyuki a lot.
We have written many words to each other.
I see a good thing happening.
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10/27–Morning Math: Sleep vs. Sunrise ⏰✨
Slept in until around 5 am—if that even counts as “sleeping in.”
I’m split down the middle. Is extra sleep a gift … or time borrowed from the sunrise?
In the early days, I slip into the world before it wakes—quiet air, empty halls, a mind that hums like a well-tuned engine. On low-sleep days, my body tells the truth I sometimes dodge: rest is work too.
Maybe the real question isn’t which is better, but what do I need today—fuel or fire?
There’s a thin wire between discipline and depletion. I’m still learning how to walk barefoot without losing my balance.
10:00 am with Terrie 
We opened OT in the garden—green little miracles reaching for the sun like they’ve got appointments with greatness. I brushed on Neem oil, armor for the leafy troops. Not today, pests. Not on my watch.
Back inside, Terrie asked what I still needed to work on. My mind went blank; hers didn’t. With that calm, clear gaze, she named it: I move fast, skip small details, and forget a thing or two when speed takes the wheel. Fair call.
Then the drill: a question sheet and a mock bank statement. A treasure hunt for facts.
I charged through, chest out, complete confidence… and missed four. Oof.
But here’s the win: I saw exactly where I tripped.
Not a failure—a feedback loop. Overconfidence met evidence, we shook hands, and I left with sharper eyes. Next round, I’ll catch the fine print before it slips by.
1:30 — Speech time with Deno! ️
He came in looking like a magician who misplaced his deck, but we made do. Out came the playing cards, and suddenly we were knee-deep in number games that probably won’t win a Nobel, but hey, they kept the neurons awake.
2:00 — Then came PT with Maryann. No grand plan there either, so we improvised. Back in my room, the juggling balls came out. Let’s say … gravity won this round. I dropped more than a bad habit. But I laughed, she laughed, and somewhere in the chaos, it still counted as progress. ♂️
Taught another person to juggle today!
She lit up when the scarves finally clicked into rhythm—pure joy in motion.
That makes about 25 new jugglers here I’ve helped launch into the air so far.
Feels like I’m quietly starting a small circus of confidence. ♀️✨
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10/28-9 am Met with Lilly for speech therapy. Her way of documenting sessions can be tricky, but I’ll roll with it. She asked me not to run my notes through ChatGPT until I’ve saved a copy on Google Drive first. Last time, I sent my draft through GPT and accidentally deleted the original before saving it for her review—lesson learned. She also reminded me to reference my notes more often.
Had two other therapy sessions scheduled for today.
The first was an OT group—something about crafts and coordination—but honestly, it didn’t spark a flicker of interest. I could feel my brain whispering, “Nope, not today.”
Then came the yoga group. Peaceful music, slow breathing, gentle stretching … all fine things, but I couldn’t get myself to care. My body wanted motion, not stillness. Maybe juggling qualifies as my own kind of yoga—focus, rhythm, balance, flow.
So instead of forcing myself into something I wasn’t feeling, I stepped back. Sometimes it’s not about joining every session—it’s about knowing what feeds your spirit and what drains it. All our lives, we have to do what “WE” want.
Building Strength, One Move at a Time
Today, I finally got moving—right here in my room!
This is something I’ve meant to start for a while, and you know what? It’s happening. Every journey begins with that first rep. From here, I’ll keep building it up—maybe once a day, maybe twice, maybe more. Momentum is magic.
Here’s my starter lineup:
️♂️ Squats — Stand tall, back straight, up and down with purpose.
Push-ups — Begin on the wall or knees; strength grows with every press.
Planks — Straight back, on hands and toes, hold steady. Feel your core wake up.
Calf Balances — Rise to your toes, reach for your own sky.
Bird Dog — On hands and knees, raise the opposite hand and leg.
Horse Stance — Stand with feet about 1 meter apart, grounded and powerful.
Every move is a small celebration of life—your body remembering what it can do.
You can find intricate details for all of these on YouTube.
You can do some of these exercises when you are waiting in line for something, or other times when you have to spend time.
So… are you moving yet?
Is today the day you start?
We already know the answer.
Nothing on the calendar this afternoon—so, what’s a Kit to do?
I wandered over to Publix for a few essentials, nothing fancy. After that, I mostly stayed close to NeuroRestorative Florida at Avalon Park.
The place felt quiet today, almost like time was stretching out for a nap. Not much is happening, but sometimes a slow day is the one that resets you for the next leap.
Goodnight, Folks.
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10/29–Oh me, oh my — I did it again! Forgot to bring the trash can into the bedroom. There was barely a crumb of rubbish in it, but they whisked the whole bag away anyway. Guess it’s time to make “trash can bedtime” a nightly ritual. ️
Now, as for you — who (or what) keeps you company when the lights go out?
Today at about 9 am we went to>>
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Helping to sort soap, talk about a good time. Oh Boy.
Back at the ranch (well, the fine establishment of NeuroRestorative Florida, Avalon Park)—things are as unpredictable as popcorn in a frying pan. Tomorrow’s the big Halloween shindig, and I’ll be in the show! Don’t worry, I’ll spill all the spooky details afterward. Then Friday’s dress-up day, and oh boy, I’ve got a costume idea that might make Dracula jealous. Photos coming your way soon.
From 2 to 2:30, Maryann and I took the party across the street, where I dusted off my juggling clubs. ️♂️ To my surprise, today’s throws actually obeyed gravity in my favor. It felt good—like rekindling an old friendship with rhythm and air. Once upon a time, I could keep seven clubs dancing longer than I can now keep three alive … but that’s just motivation talking. Time to get those wrists back in training—showtime’s calling! ✨
Octavio takes me down to weigh me about once a week. Right now it is at 188, too much for me. I like to be around 161. I will not consume any food starting on Friday, a week from when you get this blog (drink green tea). I will keep you updated on the fast (and I do it really quickly).
10/30–Speech today with Dino.
He walked in—calm, almost careless—and said,
“So, what do you want to work on today, Kit?”
That question landed like a brick to the chest.
I didn’t want to choose. I wanted him to see me.
To know what I’d lost. To care enough to guide me back.
But instead, we talked to fill the air.
Empty words, floating like dust in a room that used to echo with purpose.
I smiled the way you do when your heart’s breaking in slow motion.
Inside, I felt like a ghost of my former self—
A man is still breathing, but only just.
Every year, Neuro Restorative holds a talent contest.
Today was the day.
I stood there, clubs in hand—old friends I could barely recognize.
Once, I made them dance.
Once, I made crowds believe in flight.
Now, they fell—thud, thud, thud—
Each drop was a reminder that something sacred had slipped away.
The sound tore through me.
The laughter—gentle, but sharp—cut deeper.
And for a heartbeat, I couldn’t lift my hands again.
Couldn’t pretend it was just practice.
I used to defy gravity.
Now gravity owns me.
And I’m so tired of fighting for inches of sky I can no longer reach.
There are others here—long-term, resigned.
I watch them fade, day after day.
I can’t be that.
I won’t.
The insurance pays for my care.
But it feels like they’re paying someone to watch me disappear.
Maybe it’s selfish. Perhaps it’s mercy.
But I catch myself wondering—
If stepping out of this world
Might finally feel like freedom.
Nothing good has happened in my Life in a long time.
I miss good times.
Just talked with my sister, Sandy, out in Oregon—and oh, she sounded radiant! Her laughter carried that soft western sunshine. Life hasn’t been easy—her husband, Tommy, is walking the long fog of dementia, and that takes heart. But Sandy? She meets it with grace that glows.
Her two sons, Wally and Russel, are right there beside her, helping her hold it all together—a small family team—steady, kind, and stitched tight with love. ❤️
Hearing her voice today was like catching a warm breeze through tall pines. She’s doing wonderful, truly. Even with the weight she carries, she shines.
10/31– HALF-BALD AND FULL OF MISCHIEF!
Good morning—and Happy Halloween, my friend of fright!
Today, I went rogue with the razor.
Half of my head—gone.
I even took out one eyebrow!
Smooth as a pumpkin on one side, wild and woolly on the other. A true monster mash-up!
Being here at Neuro, I figured—why not? No one of great consequence to impress, and plenty of mirrors to admire my lopsided masterpiece. If there were ever a place to stage a hair-raising experiment, this is it.
I woke before the ghosts stirred—2:33 am, sharp. The witching hour had barely passed when I grabbed the shaver and got to work. Tiny hair follicles flew like confetti in the moonlight. I’ve tried shaving just half the top before, but hardly anyone blinked. Let’s see if this new “half-human, half-headlight” look turns any heads today.
Halloween’s for the bold—and I’m bringing the bald
Yikes, too many dents on my nogan.
Thanks to YouTube for the entertainment.
Yesterday I saw the entire production of Saturday Night Fever.
Today, it was Dirty Dancing, two excellent films.
I also came upon Grease, another good movie I will be watching later.
I like watching movies sometimes; it takes your mind off Life, the hard things we do.
Well, surprise, surprise. I just found out my surgery for esophageal stricture is scheduled for today — oh, lucky me. I have not eaten anything, just drank some green tea. Now, with my head half-shaven, I will be out in the world. I thought that only the people here would see it. I will let you know . . . But, it ended up not happening today. I will be better prepared when it does take place.
Some time ago, I had scheduled this surgery. I thought it would work out well if I did it while restricted here in this hospital, so it did. What a great day to begin my week-long fast.
Many have been here for years, but I do not see that for myself.
I need my freedom.
They are having a Halloween party today. Not really much, though people are out. Of course, they had a lot of food available. There was much chips and dip, and many sandwiches. I could not eat either of the two, but there was some softer food as well. This is because I had my bottom teeth removed last month.
The Garden of Becoming
The new garden I’m building will take center stage soon—
Watch it unfurl as green shoots rise and blossoms announce themselves.
Everyone should have their own garden.
You plant.
You nurture.
You harvest.
You begin again.
Each bloom, a standing ovation.
Each sprout is a whispered promise.
Each fallen leaf is a graceful bow to the cycle of renewal.
Why We Garden
1–It lifts your spirit and strengthens your confidence.
2–Your heart beats healthier for it.
3–Stress dissolves like dew in the morning sun.
4–Happiness takes root and spreads.
5–Your hands grow stronger, more capable.
6–Families bond over soil-stained fingers and shared meals.
7–Sunshine provides vitamin D and warmth to your bones.
8–Food you grow makes your body glow.
9–Neighbors meet, friendships sprout.
10–Families deepen together.
11–Communities connect, expand, and thrive.
12–Worries about hunger shrink as self-sufficiency grows.
Pulling a carrot from your own soil isn’t just food—it’s victory in orange.
It’s proof that patience, dirt, and faith can make flavors no store can match.
Sun-warmed tomatoes, basil-stained hands, strawberries like rubies—every bite a miracle.
A salad bar by the sink.
A curtain of green where glass once was.
Small jungles whispering, grow anyway.
Growth never stops—it just changes shape.
Start with a pot, a patch, a scrap of ground.
You’ll see: as life softens the soil, it softens you too.
Indoors, life sneaks through cracks of light.
Herbs glow like tiny lanterns, jars turn wild, and mint dares your water to taste alive.
Because life itself is one vast garden—unpredictable, abundant, forgiving.
MY NEXT CHAPTERS
I’m not winding down—I’m revving up.
I have at least another hundred years of laughter, learning, and love.
The world is waiting for your story, too.
It’s time to write that book, launch that dream, or chase that adventure you’ve postponed.
WHAT’S YOUR NEXT SPARK?
Relax and see the beauty.
What’s your bold adventure this week?
What’s one bold thing you’ll do that makes you feel alive?
“Breathe. You’re still here. That’s enough reason to dance.”
YOUR CHALLENGE THIS WEEK: Eat like you mean it, for your better life, that is.
Carefully consume each bite so you taste it, feel it, see it, and cherish it.
This week will be a new way to eat for you.
Then, keep this new habit for the rest of your life.
Or join me and don’t eat ANY food this week, but keep the liquids flowing.
I will do that, as I only drink green tea.
Next week I will write about my experience in my blog.
NEXT WEEK>>BLOG 349–ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
Final Thoughts
Your present moment is not the finish line—it’s your starting block.
The horizon holds more than you can yet imagine.
Because the best is always still ahead.
So juggle joy like it’s the air you breathe.
Chase sunsets as if they’re secret treasures waiting just for you.
Laugh so loudly that tomorrow leans in to listen.
Live as though you’ve only just begun—
BECAUSE YOU TRULY HAVE!
