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 A blog of no uncertain musings. What goes on in my mind is often a source of wonder to me. |
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My mind and my life are wonderous things ... as are yours, I'm sure. I have more slips of paper and pages of notebooks with musings and thoughts than I really know what to do with. Someone, actually several someones, have suggested I start a blog ... or a journal as a means of focusing some of this mental energy. To be honest, I don't even know what the difference between a 'journal' and 'blog' is--or if there even is a difference. Read on, my friends, and you can judge for yourself whether it even matters. And so....  I'm JACE. Yep ... that's me! And somewhere in all my writings my last name may be posted. But I'll just leave it at Jace for right now. I'm 70 years old and heading full tilt to 71. It's strange that while I'm going through some rather serious medical issues, I still consider myself to be in the prime of my life--pretty good shape physically AND mentally, though I don't run for competition anymore  . I love to ... dang, if I put this stuff here, I won't have anything for my blog.Guess you just have to be patient until such stuff leaks out.  Perhaps 2025, having embraced my retirement, will see more participation in my journaling efforts. Well, one can hope.... |
| Anyone who follows my blog knows I walk daily as part of an exercise regimen after my April surgery. I live on a dirt road in the country and have mapped out several routes depending on how long I want to walk that day. Down my dirt road are a number of houses many of which have dogs. I love dogs but find it stressful to have them roaming free, rushing at me as I pass. Most of the homes with dogs have fences that keep the dogs in. But a few toward the end of the road (and I know when to turn around) roam free. Only one loose dog (out of 24 along my walking path), a smaller pit bull, has actually displayed any aggressive tendencies. I now carry a small canister of "defensive spray", which I hope never to use. But just down the road are some friends who have five dogs, including three pups, that are fenced in. Usually they will lick my open hand and allow me to pet them. Today, however, one of the pups (my favorite one, actually) got over-excited trying to out-do the other dogs and nipped my finger, drawing blood. Guess I won't be petting them any time soon. At least I know our friends keep up with their pets' shots. |
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