Author: daylerogers
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It’s Doggone Complicated
Foster is a playful sort. Not overly disciplined but pretty much able to wrap those he loves around his little paw. That’s right. A dog. Full of personality and panache. A canine with the capacity to be childlike. He looks at the world with big brown eyes, expecting fun and often finding it. He belongs…
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Hotel Happy
It could have been anywhere in the States. We needed to be at a meeting outside of Florida. Which required a hotel stay. And being typical Americans who don’t stay in Ritz Carlton’s or Four Seasons’, we stayed in a chain that provided a clean bed, small bottles of personal necessities and a hot breakfast…
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It’s All About Nothing
I love a good “Seinfeld” rerun. The show that was about nothing in particular focused on the relationships of four quirky friends. And their obsessiveness with minutia and pettiness. No major ongoing plot. No significant problem to identify or solve. No challenges to overcome. Just moseying along, focusing on nothing. My life is currently a…
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Maybe You Need To Try Another Tree
“How do you learn to climb a tree, Nana?” Isley was staring up into the branches of a large-limbed live oak tree. Head cocked way back.Very tall tree. Very small girl. “You try. You just start climbing. It might not be easy, but you won’t learn if you don’t try.” She pondered that. She looked…
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If It Smells Like Sewage, It Just May Be
My family finds it quite humorous that I’m a morning person. The only true morning glory in the bunch. Everyone else is a night owl. They find daylight perkiness annoying. But it gets me going. By noon, I’m on that downward slippery slope to mental fog. So I enjoy walking in the morning. Thinking deep…
Tip of My Iceberg 