tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737356649609547919.post2253582288982105509..comments2008-05-24T00:49:03.683-07:00Hummingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05986877588616738073noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737356649609547919.post-30802466889786478292008-05-24T00:49:00.000-07:002008-05-24T00:49:00.000-07:00http://www.ted.com/index.php/speakers/view/id/203<BR/><BR/>Try watching this. I think you'll find it pretty cool. HMHuncamuncahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346341563307352470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737356649609547919.post-3805216948174167442008-05-23T05:36:00.000-07:002008-05-23T05:36:00.000-07:00Hi. Thanks for all your feedback and good words, and wishes for a fridge. We are doing fine. If stability is an illusion is there much point in holding on to something that's fading into thin air? You're right. I've become dishonest with J, out of a desire to put things off, to spare hurting him, to spare hurting myself, and its inevitable . . . and I'm not helping anyone. <BR/><BR/>Hope things are going better for you. Its hot here (100F). We have corn almost ready, mellons going full-blast, and strawberries. It will be full summer when everything turns brown.<BR/><BR/>HMHuncamuncahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346341563307352470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737356649609547919.post-122581600633710162008-05-21T23:22:00.000-07:002008-05-21T23:22:00.000-07:00I always think about tragedies like this too. I know I can't fix them, about the best I can do is pray. I guess that has to be better than nothing.Rising Rainbowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04239592070775412669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737356649609547919.post-31513393174355519342008-05-21T22:39:00.000-07:002008-05-21T22:39:00.000-07:00I need to think about your comment before I reply....Hummingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05986877588616738073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737356649609547919.post-41880645373311671262008-05-17T08:02:00.000-07:002008-05-17T08:02:00.000-07:00OK Chupaflor, I have something troubling me that I don't want to write on my own blog. My heart beats for D my poorly defined companion of 1 year. J now lives 800 miles away. We are still friends, and he calls me almost every day. His conversation is frankly tiresome, limited and repetitive . . . very repetitive, so I can put the phone down on the counter and go about my business and pick it up again 15 minutes later without him ever having missed me, or without having missed any content. He wants to come visit, wants to get married, is constantly telling me we "should" be together. I can't imagine telling anyone he "should" be with me. I don't mind meeting for coffee now and then, and I don't mind chatting on the phone, but I absolutely do not want anything physical at all . . . and he does. Why can't I be honest with him and tell him I'm seeing someone else? Because he lent me the money to buy my house on very favorable terms, and if that changes what would happen to us? Not good mixing romance and finance. I've been urging him to see other people. I've been telling him "we" can't have the life together he is imagining. K still hates him intensely.Huncamuncahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346341563307352470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737356649609547919.post-16685630840199461142008-05-17T06:16:00.000-07:002008-05-17T06:16:00.000-07:00Time to start your own business?Huncamuncahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346341563307352470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737356649609547919.post-67001977780990135772008-05-10T06:14:00.000-07:002008-05-10T06:14:00.000-07:00Just leap, that's what. Whatever you work out, and whatever grindstones you put your shoulders to will change later. Try to keep an open mind and heart, and do the best you can. <BR/><BR/>Sounds like you might do well with a business of your own?<BR/><BR/>HMHuncamuncahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18346341563307352470noreply@blogger.com