No answer required….

Just a question or two tonight.

For reflection only.

No need to respond.

Only to reflect.

Have you always been honest with your spouse/partner?

And if not, what the heck was that all about?

Have you always been honest with yourself?

Like I said, no response, please.

Honesty is the best policy.

Or is it?

It can be brutal, fatal and demoralizing.

Or even if, phrased in a gentle, kind way,  can  be devastating.

To lie or not to lie?

How about avoiding controversial subjects?

Neutral?

Involved?

Or just playing dumb?

Stating your beliefs, in opposition to the norm?

You might be considered a radical or a moron.

For me?

Every comment, from the left or the right, is welcome.

This country was built on diversity and freedom of speech.

Can we all agree on one thing?

It’s ok to disagree?

And that doesn’t divide us.

It allows each of us to express how we feel.

And in the end, unites us.

USA:  We can say what we believe, agree or not, and still remain united.

I love this country.

It is nothing short of fabulous.

Politics ?  Getting really ridiculous.

Let’s move on, addressing our problems and working toward bipartisan solutions.

Getting back to the question: Have you always been honest with your partner/spouse?

If it meant you avoided hurting him/her,  good for you.

Cheers!

xoxoxoxxxoo

Wolf

 

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California Dreaming…..

The middle of November.

Shouldn’t we be seeing the rich deep shades of red, yellow and gold?

Not where I live.

It reminds me of the song, “All the leaves are gone….”

Did Mama Cass really choke on a ham sandwich?

Why did Davey Jones eat that banana?

Is Elvis alive and living in Kalamazoo, Michigan?

Why is Jim Morrison buried in France?

Prince…. did living in Minnesota do to you what it did to me?

Michael? Did you ever find out who Billie Jean’s lover was?

Tom Petty:  I cannot listen to your music anymore.  It is too painful.

Janis?  Bobby McGee has not been the same, poor thing.

John Bonham.  Why?

So many gone… before their time.

Or…

Do any of us know when our “time” is up?

It could be tomorrow.

If not, let’s enjoy being on this planet.

Celebrate another day!

Better yet, join the Chicken Butt for a cocktail after work.

Everyone is welcome.

Our time is not up yet…. so let’s make the most of it.

Wolf

 

The greatest gift of all….

Plunk yourself down.

Is that a word?  Plunk?

Plunk down at your computer and let it out:

What’s bugging you?

How do you feel after working all day?

If you had a bad day, what is it that made it bad?

Are you feeling sorry for yourself?

Or are you looking past all that and reaching out to those who are desperately needing confirmation?

Is the world going to hell in a hand basket?

And what, if anything, can be done about it?

Are you living a life of loneliness and heartache?

Or are you willing to let go of the past, make new friends, volunteer your services, and send out a beacon of light and hope to those who have no hope?

Do you continue to work, in a job that will provide the resources to live, but not the fulfillment that you crave?

Can you move on, to a life of service, to honor and support those who have preserved our way of life and our democracy?

In the end, do you really think your worldly goods will mean anything?

Sometimes, it takes a life time, or at least many years of trying to survive, before we realize that our destiny is not what we have accumulated, but what we have given.

What we have/own?

Only temporary.

Our legacy exists not in the material accumulation of wealth, but in the way we share what we have with those in need.

The man/woman who  has the least to give, is often the person who gives the most.

Wolf

 

To everything there is a season.

How do you know when winter has arrived?
For me, it was this morning. The car was full of icy pellets.
Time to get out the goofy hats, the leggings and the sweaters.
I really have become a warm weather freak, asking this question every day:  “Is it spring yet?”
Although I think about moving south, it probably won’t happen.
The 4 seasons somehow create a comforting cycle for me, as the years pass by.
The first snow fall is captivating.
Seeing a robin in the spring makes me happy.
Hanging out on the deck in the hot summer evenings, relaxes me.
The autumn colors are spectacular.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.
It asks nothing, other than sharing a meal with family, friends or strangers.
And for those going to grandma’s house, in a horse drawn sleigh, I hope there is a soft blanket of snow for you.

Have a good night.
Keep warm!

Wolf

Choices.

What is involved in making a life time choice?

Some say : go with your heart.

Others:  Keep on keeping on.

And then:  Your time on this planet is limited.  Is that all there is?

Vacation looms during the week of Turkey day.

Time to reflect, to ponder and to decide.

Until then, there will be no wine, nor decision before its time.

Mom and Dad both died at age 83.

Not a whole lot of time left for an aging chicken butt.

When I die, I hope to accomplish this:  To enjoy, to laugh, to love and to experience the friendships and love that make life worth living.

Life has its choices.

Choose them wisely.

Wolf

If you were 23, would you?

The week in review:

Black and blue, mentally.

The wild and wooly 4th quarter screeching with rushes and deadlines.

Frustration and unrelenting demands.

And then, Friday comes along and the furor finally starts to wind down.

The light at the end of the tunnel?  Or is it the train?

Of course, there were happy, crazy times, this week, after work, for an hour or two each night.

However, my energy level just couldn’t keep up.

And then there is that other problem: Stones.

No one wants to hear about the stones  I have, but prefer to hear about this stone:

Mick Jagger is 74.  His girl friend is 23.  She says this is the first serious relationship she has had.

What a hoot.

Friday night:  Wished Chris a happy birthday before coming home.  He and his lovely bride looked so happy tonight.

Stinker bell is eating, looking like a deranged hoodoo.  Whatever that is.

Another wild night, 715pm.  Ha!

Nighty night.

Wolf

 

 

Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening…..

For those of you who know me, and who realize that I have been somewhat preoccupied the past few months, let me just say this:

It has been one hell of a ride.

I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Today, going from hundreds of orders daily,  down to 42, hey!  Thank Goodness.

And that’s not counting that other Epicurial account.

November is not my favorite month, but it does signal an end to the craziness of the benefit enrollment days.

Will I live to see another wild season?

Or, better yet: Do I want to experience this madness next fall?

I don’t think so.

Ok.  So  I have worked 40 + years.

Not all successful, but surviving.

It is time, my friends, to kiss my ass goodbye.

Will it be Christmas?

Will it be New Year’s day?

Or will it be a random day?

It is on the horizon, for sure.

I will go gently into the next phase of my life.

Well, ok, I will go kicking and screaming,,,,, but I am winding down, my friends.

Next stop?

Who knows?

The future?

Time will tell.

No matter what is decided, it should be a hoot!

xoxooxoxooxo

 

Wolf

The ongoing saga of the Chicken Butt and Puff Daddy

I say “tomato.”

You say, “What in the hell are you talking about?”

Well, I was invited to a bon fire party tonight, and I just could not get my tomato off the bar stool.

I had 2 doubles. ….. and cruised home, after talking to the trio of cuties at the bar: Correy, Chris and Ted.

And I whisked home to feed P Daddy, aka Stinkerbell.

Geez, as that cat ages, she stinks.

So I sprayed her with cat dry shampoo, and fed her gourmet tuna, and guess what?

Ms SB (stinkerbell) disappeared, hiding from the Chicken Butt.

If there is anything I have to say about today, it is just this:  GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Another rip roaring day at the office.

Oh, how the 4th quarter of the year is so unbelievably crazy.

I can’t wait til I finally have the courage to confront reality and grow up.  (wink wink)

Yes, you may ask, “What will you be, Ms Chicken Butt, aka Wolf, when you grow up?”

My response:   The possibilities are endless…. but I am leaning towards leading a life of debauchery as a bar fly.”

Hey!

It’s ok.

I am really a wonderfully friendly bar fly.

xoxooxxxo

Wolfie

Facing one’s fears, with a warm heiney.

As one gets older, there are some things that are really quite frightening.

Like rain and glare and darkness, when driving.

Hey, I have driven this road hundreds of time…. it should be a piece of cake.

It isn’t.

I truly believe that old people should not be driving around in November, December or January.

At least not after dark, or after a couple of cocktails, or when the deer start their runting.

I wonder:  Are more deer killed with cars or with guns during hunting season?

It’s a crap shoot, for me.

Even with a new car, and heated seats, I can barely see what the hell is going on as I drive home each night, even though my hind end is warm and cozy.

November starts this bleak era, and gradually  the darkest days of the year occur in December, excluding the holiday lights, of course.

I am looking forward to those cars that drive themselves around, as long as they continue to find my usual pit stops.

Tonight, I weathered the rain and glare, to join Jimmy, on his birthday.

It was a fun party, with all the regulars wishing him the very best.

Cheers Jimmy!

You are one of my favorite people!

xoxooxxoxox

Wolf

 

Washington State or New Jersey? You decide.

Flashback to November 6, 1980, Des Moines, IA.

On a business trip from Omaha, to meet with the staff from Iowa.

Stopped for dinner and drinks at a local hotel, with Jan, one of my coworkers.

A young Asian man sat next to me at the bar, drinking Jack Daniels.

I?  Scotch and soda.

We engaged in conversation throughout the evening.

He?  From Chicago.  Not married.

Me? Omaha, Married.

A very strong connection between us.

He went his way, and I went mine.

The next month, he called me.  I must have given him my work number.

He lied.

He was married, with 5 kids.

He said he was from Hawaii, and he said: “I know you are from Minnesota.  I can tell from your accent.”

For the next 4 years, we continued our relationship, from afar.

When my husband died, he was there, to comfort me.

We took trips together, just to enjoy one another’s company.

San Diego, Portland, Denver, Minneapolis, St Louis, Chicago.

I wasn’t sure where this was going, until I decided it was time to somehow give it up or go for it.

I moved to New Jersey.  He? To Washington State.  He was separating

from his wife.

Talk about breaking my heart, but in a way, I was relieved.

I made new friends in Jersey and found a place in the country to live.

I heard from my friend, who, after all, was not Hawaiian, but from the Philippines.

He was out seeking his fortune in the Northwest.

Me?  In the Northeast.

Today, 37 years later, I remember that night, in Iowa.

And the 4 years following that night.

Sometimes, we need a relationship to boost our ego, to provide support, to feel good, and to be accepted, even though it would never be a permanent one.

Today? I remember him fondly, but I am so very happy that he took his path to the NW and I, to the NE.

I would never have become who I am today, nor would he.

No, I don’t know what became of him, but it’s ok.

Cheers to those people who have made a difference in our lives.

And who were there when we needed them the most.

Wolf