Of Dreams, Drama, and Dachshunds!

My peers and siblings have lots of grandbabies!  But I have none.  Nada.  Zilch!  I’m bereft of the joys that others take for granted.  I’ve despaired of ever becoming a grandmother!

My daughters are “career women” who have little time for producing babies.  But then, last month, my two daughters decided to surprise me with a Consolation Gift.

They plotted and planned for weeks… and finally the Big Day came.  My daughters went all-out!  They took me to Red Lobster and we had All-You-Can-Eat Shrimp!  They took me shopping, and I got a half-dozen outfits.

Then, they took me on an elaborate “Treasure Hunt” which touched my heart the most!  They said it was to thank me for the dozens of Treasure Hunts I’d given them over the years.  They took me to my eldest daughter’s house.  Inside, I found lots of “clues”—elaborate riddles printed on fancy paper which led me from place to place… Underneath furniture.  Behind doors and mirrors.  I was mystified.

The clues finally led me outside, and I arrived at my youngest daughter’s car.

There on the front seat was my hidden “Treasure”… a covered box that quivered and shook.  In a moment, a little face appeared and looked at me with big chocolate eyes that melted my heart.  It was a darling long-haired dachshund!  A miniature, pedigreed pup with long ‘curly’ ears—the cutest I’d ever seen!

Instantly, I fell in love.  I cuddled my fur-baby close to my heart and named him Barnaby—which means “Son-of-my-Consolation.”  I also gave him a sir-name that was befitting the little hot dog.  I christened him: “Sir Barnaby Wienerschnitzel”. Continue reading


A Gem of a Story — Unbelievable, but True!

Nikki Emerald

Now folks—I’ve told you some unbelievable, yet true stories, but I’ve never told you a more “historically important” story than the one you’re about to hear.  It’s the true story of two Midwestern Gals who both ended up on the West Coast.  And when they ran into one another, it set off an unusual chain of events.

I’m speaking of Yours-truly, and my friend Diane, of course.  She’s quite a character!

I met Diane on the mountainous West Coast where she’d been prospecting for Gemstones—but I soon had to help her through one of the most heartbreaking trials of her life.

On August 31, 2017, Diane received terrible news via her cell phone.  Her beloved daughter, Nikki, had just died in Illinois, several thousand miles away.  It was a truly tragic day, and yet it turned out to be a rather “blessed” day, as well.

After her daughter died, Diane went prospecting to take her mind off her grief.  It was then that she stumbled upon a transparent, emerald green stone hidden in the dirt on a mountainside.  It looked “heart-shaped”, and it was beautiful.  Inside the stone were strange shapes which appeared to be prehistoric, fossilized sea-creatures.  Diane believed it truly was One-of-a-Kind…Possibly the only “fossilized emerald” on Earth.

Diane immediately called it the “Nikki Emerald”  after her deceased daughter.  Diane considered it to be a precious “consolation-gift” from the good Lord above!

I was glad that Diane had found something to comfort her grieving heart. But to tell you the truth, folks, I myself wasn’t sure that the “Nikki” was even a gemstone—let alone a fossilized Emerald!  I’m no prospector, and to me, it looked like a chunk of green glass with strange shapes inside.

But I didn’t tell Diane, of course. I let her think whatever she wanted.  At least it distracted her mind from the loss of her daughter.

After that, Diane and I went traveling together—two Midwestern gals who had bumped into one another, by “chance”.  We went camping here and there, visiting the sea coast and Redwoods…All the while, we were toting around this emerald-green stone, which Diane believed to be worth several million dollars (according to the Internet.)

The stone went to the ocean with us.  It went to Church with us, and to Yard Sales.  It fell in the dirt… And once, it got lost.  What a panic-stricken day that was for my dear friend, Diane.  She nearly melted down—but miraculously, we found the stone again.
Diane remained utterly convinced that this was the rarest of Emeralds and we simply needed to find someone who agreed!

But few others were as convinced. The stone was so unusual, no one was sure what Diane had found, especially since prehistoric urchins are not normally embedded inside of gemstones!

We ended up taking the stone to the “Gem and Mineral Museum” and to several other prestigious places.  Most of the curators scoffed at us and turned us away without even looking at the stone under a microscope.  But Diane was undeterred and undaunted.

Finally, Diane took her rock to both Zales and Kay’s Jewelers.  There she met with certified gemologists who agreed to look at the stone beneath a microscope.  They soon became very excited They returned from the microscope with the stone cradled in both hands as though it were made of pure gold, encrusted with diamonds. The look on their faces was a sight to behold.

It turns out, that Diane was absolutely right, after all!

This was no ordinary piece of ‘Glass’!

(Story to be continued….)

And the Whole World is Watching

As a country gal, I really don’t like technology and electronic gadgets. Nowadays, surveillance cameras record our every move. No matter where we are in public, we’re on camera somewhere!

Dreadful stuff. Technology! Can’t live with it—but can’t live without it.

At times, I even hate my laptop, especially when it goes on the blink. Right now, I’m typing madly, not knowing when my laptop will shut down without a moment’s notice. It does that sometimes for no apparent reason.

Laptops are bad news, folks, but cellphones can be even worse! They get you into serious trouble.

Have you ever been accidentally “pocket-dialed” by someone’s cellphone and you heard the sordid details of their miserable life, unbeknownst to them? People screaming in the background. Fussing and squabbling…

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Heaven-sent Angels

I was still catching Zzzzzz’s at 6 a.m. when the phone call came from my dear old ‘Miss Priss.’

“Can you take me to the hospital?” Priscilla’s voice sounded muffled. “I’m dizzy, and my left side is going numb.”

“Give me a minute,” I said. “I’ll be right there!” I breathed a prayer for Miss Priss, as I shimmied into my clothes. Then I ran out the door.

These stroke-like symptoms were nothing to sneeze at! I was scared for Priscilla. She was a brand new client, but from the moment I laid eyes on her, I’d loved Miss Priss…a blue-eyed Angel with a halo of white curls.

When I first saw her, she was standing in the doorway with her little whippet dog peering between her legs. “Oh…” I gasped. “You look like an Angel…an absolute Angel!” Then I’d ducked my head, embarrassed at myself.

Miss Priss didn’t mind my strange interjections. We were soon great friends—but her whippet-dog, Carmella, wasn’t so sure of me! Carmey had issues. She’d been rescued from an abusive home, and she now owned Miss Priss without question—and was very protective of her!

But then came the emergency call at 6 am. I had to get Miss Priss to the hospital post-haste! The whippet-dog, Carmella, was distraught when I arrived at Priscilla’s door.

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Make 2018 What You Want it to Be…!

2017 was quite a year!… And I’m sure 2018 will be even crazier.  But no worries!  We can make the new year into anything we want it to be!  All it needs is a little tweeking.  A bit of elbow grease.  And a whole lot of Adventure!

I don’t know about you, folks—but last year, I did things I’ve never done before in my Life!

I went through a time that I call my “Wilderness Sojourn.” I quit my job and went camping in the High Desert.  I slept in a tent under the stars all alone—far from towns and civilization.  All around me was thick darkness with all its strange noises!  I had no protection but the Good Lord and a can of bear-spray!

I had no cellphone.  No Wifi… No electricity or running water.  Just a tent and a hammock… And not much else.

My friends and family all despaired and wrote me off as a Goner.

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