“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others, for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness, and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.” (Audrey Hepburn ) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

I peer out my window
At a world..cold and bleak,
A world of conflict, anger and hate
Mortals are suffering as I speak.

But we have a dream
My friends and I,
That one day there will be peace
No more mortals will die.

And there is hope
Of a world filled with love one day,
A wish that could come true
For hope is the last to die…they say.

Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice… you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
Of what or who they wish to be.

So I peer out the window
Not with sadness, sorrow or fear,
But a heart filled with a dream
That everyone.. has a wonderful new year.

Decision made, with eyes on the horizon
It’s down the path least traveled I do venture,
Excitement fills the air, a smile on the face
Looking forward to a great adventure.

So my heart’s compass is pointed to the horizon
Sails set full, safe harbor fading in the distance, a faint glow to eye it seems
And with a pocket full of memories, on the horizon are my dreams, you see
So down the path least traveled I will venture, with spirit born free
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary…

Taking a brief break from dealing with life’s challenges and the weather to share a few thoughts… remember the little white rose I mentioned my last visit, Diary?.. Well, here it is “busting loose”… 🙂

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And it is joined by the peonies…

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And the little white clover…

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All my backyard friends do enjoy them, Mr. Rabbit especially likes the clover.. I do not use chemicals in the yard… it was a pleasant day out when I took the photos so decided to repair the ground feeder…

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It is a nylon cloth used by gardeners to deal with weeds.. any rain will seep through the cloth but will not lose any seeds I scattered for my backyard friends.. earthworms live underneath and feed off any residue…. Sooooooooooo, I get the cloth down and anchored, seeds/feed scattered and Dutch’s Buffet is open for business… 🙂

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That were in the morning… later in the day I browsed the backyard.. on the north end by the feeder the birds, squirrels, rabbits, etc. took advantage of the invitation… 🙂

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In the center of the backyard the pond was alive, the fish had survived the winter and were busy scurrying about feeding and enjoying the day…

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And on the south end of the backyard I saw the cat family… they are wild, much like their cousins in Africa and other parts of the world, obviously rejected, abandoned and left to their own devices by society because they are different…

Here is the mother cat with three kittens approximately 1-2 months old…

mom and kittens

The father was partially hidden so I had to get a photo from another location, the black arrow points to the father, the red arrow to mom and the kittens…

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I don’t seem them often and I do not know where they call home, but they are not rejected here because they are different… yes, everyone is different here on the path, allowed to follow their dreams, each having hope their dream will come true… 🙂

Hope is a feather floating in a bright blue sky
Hope is that sparkle that shines in your eyes.
Hope is a butterfly fluttering on the wind
Hope is good times spent with family and friends.

Hope is a newborn baby’s cry
Hope is a Mother’s lullaby.
Hope is the rainbow after a rain
Hope is the harvest of golden grain.

Hope is the light that keeps darkness at bay
Hope is the breeze on a hot summer day.
Hope is ever present and free of cost
Hope is the last thing ever lost.

Hope is staying positive when the going gets tough
Hope is seeking help when you feel you’ve had enough.
Hope is recovery from simmering sorrow
Hope is believing in a brighter tomorrow.
(Linda Hotger)

Well, I had better close for now… need to “batten the hatches” for possible thunderstorms later today..“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott).. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… and be my friend”
(Albert Camus )

“It is not the image without, but the beauty and love within that matters” (Author Unknown) on the path least traveled..

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

A peaceful morning, watching the sun arise
Thoughts abound, while sipping on a spot of tea,
While taking in Nature’s outdoor portrait
Contemplating, on what Fate may have instore for me.

Change is slowly coming, it whispers in the winds
The door is slowly closing on past history,
With a new awakening with the mind and spirit
But the future is still shrouded in mystery.

With the freedom of being different, in many ways
No social shackles do this mortal wear,
Do welcome change with open mind and spirit
No fear, no worry or dread do I bear.

Does change stop at mortal death, one wonders
Or does it go on forever and ever,
Will I ask the same at another time and place
Somewhere past the 12th of Never?

Will thought and spirit continue
When, as in all things, mortal life comes to an end,
Or does all things cease to be when
To the grave, the mortal body Fate does send.

Alas, but must deal with the present
So now will store thoughts and musings yet to be told,
For it’s down the path least traveled I do venture
To search and hopefully find….what life, and Fate, may behold.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary…

Yes, here on the path one is lead by the heart and another is accepted as to who they are and their dream, born free….just like the garden and backyard….

The clematis is starting to make its presence known…

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The clematis is the favorite of many, to grace the gardens with color and charm… then there is the honeysuckle..

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A favorite of my friend, the hummingbird, and sends its fragrance throughout the gardens…

But there is also the little white rose..

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Though not like the roses one sees in all those bouquets, the little rose has beauty and love in its own, and shares that beauty all summer long…

And there is the Butterweed, wild and free, and looks like a little yellow daisy…

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Many considered the little flower as a weed, but here on the path it is accepted and reminds one of a song of love…


Yes, the world of the path knows harmony and free to follow one’s dream..

In history’s past on the path I had a dream
Of the world in harmony it did seem,
Accepting one as who they believe and are
One’s life’s choices, no one did bar.

Free, to climb a mountain, to touch a star
Free, to search the universe, where answers are,
Free to venture through life, with open eyes and mind
Another creature’s belief, will not blind.

Free to boldly walk the lands, both far and near
All the while following ones dreams, without fear,
Not to be accepted by social ideology, you see
But the love, kindness, knowledge within, of a spirit born free.

Free, for ones humanity to embrace
Not being labeled by belief, gender or race,
Free, for one’s dignity not to be denied
Though there’s many a mortal, who has tried.

Here on the path it’s not a dream, but a reality
To follow ones dream, with a open heart, you see,
Free to love another without fear, as it should be
For here on the path, one is born free.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, better close for now… have adventures waiting, dreams to follow and ready to set sails.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

I’ll be seeing you..

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Thoughts from the heart
I’m sending to you.

Not just another day, dear friend
For in spite of time, distance or whatever,
If only in spirit and thought
We’ll be sharing today together.

So, have a wonderful day, dear friend
Wishing you all the best, nothing less,
May today, every day, AND your heart
Be filled……with love and happiness.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?” ( Mahatma Gandhi) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

I set here looking at the news
The powers wanted peace they say,
And while they spoke, bombs were dropped
20 children died that day!

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

Smiles on their faces, while shaking hands
Arms deals for defense would come into play,
A bomb went off in a crowded market
10 children died that day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give a world with LOVE a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die

A war to end all wars, they said
Yet to war they always return,
Death, destruction, suffering and pain
Won’t they every learn?

What’s wrong with this idea?
Let’s give LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.

Anger versus anger, hate versus hate
Seeds sown by war at home and away,
Starvation , sickness, a mother in tears
More and more children die every day.

What’s wrong with this idea?
Why not give PEACE, LOVE and LEARNING a try,
Let’s give it a go, everyone
Maybe no more children will die.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary…

It is Memorial Day here on the prairies and for all those who, like me, ventured into harms way where many feared to follow and angels feared to tread, for their families and for everyone else….

My son were born on September 28, 1965, I received orders to go to Vietnam on September 30, 1965 and 2 and 1/2 weeks later left family and prairies for a world unknown…

We were volunteers, one and all
So Noble.. Proud.. and Brave,
Did not know the reasons for war
Just a people from tyranny to save!

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Glasses held high, we made an toast
Surely that Victory would rule the day!
While back at home, the voices of unrest
Not a kind word for us did they say.

(Vietnam 1966)
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Some of us could not vote, children were we
Some not old enough drink, but still our battle cry,
Even with all that we could not do
For us children, it was to do or die!

(me sitting down)..

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Vietnam was a hostile, violent land
The dangers, the horrors of war abound,
Whether the paddies of Vietnam or the fields of home,
Seemed for us, not a friend could be found.

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But we proudly gave it our all
Faced our destiny, with a hint of fear of tomorrow
Some to return to a mother’s joy
Some to return to a mother’s sorrow.

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So should you be looking on today
One more toast, hold your glasses high,
To PEACE, HOPE and LOVE, may they long endure
CHEERS, LASSIES AND LADDIES!!!.. And SEMPER FI

(penned by Sgt, Larry “Dutch” Woller,12th Marine Regiment, Vietnam, 1965–1966…)

“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.” (Stephen Grellet ) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

Hello Diary…

I have had a few folks inquiring as to what all being part of the BOINC Project amounts to… well, it depends on how involved one wishes to be… I will try to keep it brief… 🙂

First one needs to open the BOINC website; https://boinc.berkeley.edu/

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Then do a bit of research to see if it is what one wants to be involved in, and if so, download project manager…

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Once done one can set computing preferences that will work with one’s personal computer… also, one will notice there are numerous projects that one can choose to participate in… in this instance the project is World Community Grid…

One goes to their website; https://www.worldcommunitygrid.org

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After doing more research, if one decides to participate, one signs on, logs in and become part of a research team (at least the computer anyway).. 🙂 again, one will notice there are numerous projects available to participate in… one choose projects and one sets computer preferences that will work with one’s personal computer… how involved one wishes to get is up to the person… 🙂

One then goes to Project Manager and connects to whatever projects one wishes to participate in..

I have been with World Community grid for over 15 years and at this time these are the projects I am currently active in…

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Basically, once set up, I start Project Manager, my computer automatically communicates with research computers, a certain amount of data is downloaded on my computer, my computer researches the data, automatically returns the findings to the research computers, who then sends more data to my computer to be researched and the process will continue as long as my computer is on and I have the manager started… 🙂

If one may be interested, I suggest going to the different websites and take some time researching and reading and then decide on whether one wishes to participate… 🙂

That being said, I had better close for now, life is calling and I had better see what it has instore for me.. But I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

“Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.” (Author Unknown).

With hope, dreams and memories
In hearts that’s open and free,
Venturing down the road to happiness
It is two for the road, you and me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“No matter the pain or suffering, it is always better if it’s a burden shared by two, instead of a weight carried by one alone” on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

Yes, my friend, these are troubled times indeed, many harsh words being said… but you are beautiful in your own way, my friend, and never let the words of others caste doubt on who you are and wish to be… “Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” (Roy T. Bennett)… 🙂

For you, dear friend, for being a rainbow in my world… 🙂

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A bouquet of flowers from my garden,
Their beauty need not be told,
Their fragrance is soothing and lovely
A pleasant scent for one to behold.

They remind me of you, my dear friend
Whose beauty from within you do share,
Sharing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

This bouquet was picked for you
For coming into my world, my dear friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary…

There are many methods in today’s world of sharing friendship, and one of those methods with which one can share memories, thoughts and dreams with another, which can become special, is writing… and here I am preparing to write a letter to a friend in the very near future… 🙂

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And as I am contemplating what to pen on the paper, the words of a song come to mind; “Back Home Again in Indiana”… 🙂
I am also going to write another letter in the very near future as a memory of history’s past came to mind.. A day when my daughter and my niece hid from their grandmother while in a store name “Huey’s Bargain Barn”… but that is another story for another day… 🙂

What is a friend one would ask?…well, I have shared these thoughts before but perhaps with today’s world in turmoil, it would be best to share again….. 🙂

“Portrait of a Friend”

I can’t give solutions to all of life’s problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.

I can’t change your past with all it’s heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can’t keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.

I can’t prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only think of you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can’t give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can’t keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can’t tell you who you are or who you will be
I can only love you and be your friend
(Adam Clarke)

Alas, I had better close for now…have friends to visit, adventures and life’s challenges (may see some storms in the near future) to explore… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Why do I do what I do, one would ask?..because that’s the way old friends do… 🙂

Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Thoughts from the heart
I’m sending to you.

Not just another day, dear friend
For in spite of time, distance or whatever,
If only in spirit and thought
We’ll be sharing today together.

So, have a wonderful day, dear friend
Wishing you all the best, nothing less,
May today, every day, AND your heart
Be filled……with love and happiness.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“You are evidence of your mother’s strength… especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless, she has always maintained her sanity.” (Criss Jami) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )..

Dear Mom,

Thanks for letting me feel love
Be it joy, or be it heartache,
To know someone’s love
A treasured feeling their love did make.

Thanks for letting me live life
To explore, to follow one’s dream,
To seek out and live every adventure
Not enough time in the day… it did seem.

Thanks for letting me meet friends
To share thoughts of love, hope..perhaps a tear,
And by going down the path together in friendship
Doing away with hate, anger….and fear.

Thanks for giving me the courage
To follow my own path…to be me,
To not follow someone else’s path
To live my own….. reality.

Thanks for giving me an open mind
As I venture down the path… allowing me,
To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
That many others do not see.

Thanks for giving me an open heart
Able to love, understand and forgive,
And when I grow too old to dream
A place where my memories will live.

Yes, I have much to be thankful for, Mom
And every day the list gets longer… you see,
As I venture down the path least traveled
Searching for what destiny… has waiting for me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Hello Diary…

Yes, Mother’s Day is on the horizon…and for all the Mom’s out there (past, present and future) I know there are not enough of proper words to express the thanks and appreciation for the sacrifices you made, the love and kindness you gave and still give…. So I will put it all in these few words “Thank you and a very Happy Mother’s Day wherever you are”… 🙂

I received a invitation one day
Oh, not your regular kind,
The words not spoken or written
But were in the heart and mind.

To share a love and happiness
A love, that is precious and true,
A happiness that is eternal
That only lovers and dreamers knew.

The invite did not come the regular way
No cards, no letters, no phone.. you see,
It just appeared one day
In the depths, the spirit and heart of me.

The invite came from an unknown
A unknown too great for me to behold,
But it was to be a precious beginning,
Of a story, one day to be told.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And there will be some like me who may not have Moms present (my wife passed away in March 2015 and my Mom passed away in December 2015) but they are always present as they occupy a special place in ones heart… “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” (Dr. Seuss)… 🙂

There is sorrow as I write this
A sadness in this heart of mine,
But knowing she’s free, suffer will she no more
All sorrow and sadness will heal… over time.

There will be happiness and joy
For her, this I know,
As she has joined loved ones
And to a place of peace and love she did go.

And one day I shall again greet my her
On my path… perhaps around the next bend,
It will be a joyful, loving reunion
And it will be the beginning, not the end.
 
And knowing this I will be happy
Precious memories, to come back whenever,
For like love, memories are everlasting
From now…….. to the 12th of Never.
(penned by Larry Woller )

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaking in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
(Mary Frye)

Well, I had better close for now, life is calling and I had better see what it has instore for me…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.” (Author Unknown)

“Any piece of knowledge I acquire today has a value at this moment exactly proportioned to my skill to deal with it. Tomorrow, when I know more, I will recall that piece of knowledge and use it better. “ (Mark van Doren ) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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Today is “Giving Tuesday”.. I give a little every day, not just certain days or during disasters.. 🙂

COOP/SWOP Observer (since 2001 to present), NWS, ILX, NOAA, Dept of Commerce, USA.
Met Weather Office, United Kingdom.
Ebird (Cornell Lab of Orinthology/Audubon society).
Sustaining contributor E.I. Foodbank.
Sustaining contributor WILL, University of Illinois.
Guardian Parent program, Cunningham Children’s Home
Donator ; American Institute for Cancer Research.
Member; (since 2005 to present) BOINC Project (University of Berkeley, Calif.); Princess Margaret Cancer Center/World Community Grid (Mapping Cancer), Setihome (astrophysics/astrobiology University of Berkeley, Calif.; Climate Prediction.net/Oxford University (climate change)).

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Today is Cinco de Mayo, a day of celebration.. I celebrate every day I wake up on the green side of the grass and able to follow my dreams… “Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.” (Author Unknown)….. 🙂

Hello Diary…

Taking a brief break in a very, very busy week to share a few thoughts.. Inquisitive minds were asking about why I choose to learn Spanish.. Well, because I want to and the knowledge may help me understand the world others see through their eyes… unfortunately I do not live in an environment where I can be proficient at speaking the language and I have had to take a break from school, but I will soon be back learning… 🙂

It all started in circa 1961, I were a senior (12 grade) in school and were participating in the sport of football..

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It was early August, school had not officially started… we were allowed to use the practice field for exercise and practice the various plays but were not allow full contact, etc.. I were leaving the locker room to go to the practice field when I encountered a teacher, Mr. Shafer..

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He had both arms and two bags filled with books and papers (he were preparing to teach for the new semester).. With a grin on my face, I ask him if he were going back to school.. Mr. Shafer smiled and said; “Mr. Woller, the day you need not gather anymore knowledge is the day of your funeral”… I have kept that advice to this day which leads to my statement; “ I am currently attending the School of Life, learning more about the universe and me… and Graduation Day will be the day of my funeral and it is then I will know if I failed or I succeeded and graduated”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller)…. 🙂

Back to the present, I decided to learn Spanish online and chose a school called The Spanish Blog…

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The teacher is a wonderful young lady by the name of Laura Garrido Eslava..

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Sooooooooo, when time permits (hopefully in the near future I can establish a routine) I gather my notes…

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And I am off to school…. 🙂

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Alas, before I can go to school or celebrate, there are chores waiting to be dealt with so I had better close for now….but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Until we meet again..