Metroid, Pikmin… and 7 Gallons

Community, Connection, Donations
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I got acquainted with video games via Tetris and Mario and Donkey Kong. And learned a bit about compulsion when one evening after my kiddoes were in bed, I started playing Tetris. Next time I looked at the clock it was 6 a.m., nearly time for me to get up and make breakfast!

My kids and grandkids play these video games that to me are so complicated. Yet my six-year-old grandson whistles, jumps and zooms through them easily. He understands and learns so quickly the complexities. I am pleased when I can figure out new apps on my phone!

I am also pleased when I swim a mile twice a week, which I have recently returned to doing after two and a half years of no swimming. Life. Decisions. Motivation. Self-care. Recognizing and owning consequences. O la la.

And as some of my friends and I have realized more deeply with time passing, connection with other people and with friends is of primary importance. I have gone to a couple community luncheons and meetings recently in order to meet and engage with people. I am truly enjoying the open mic near here twice a month – being present there, meeting people, as well as performing.

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Oh yeah, the 7 gallons. I recently completed donating my 56th pint of blood for a total of 7 gallons. Yes, it was over about forty years all told, yet I did it. Not that I had a number of donations as a goal, sometimes I went years without donating, such as when I was doing a good bit of international travel and was ineligible to donate for periods of time. Woo hoo, the world is a better place.

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Yup, I’ve got deer poop in my driveway. I smile and step around it. My kids are speaking to me, my grandkids hug me and want me to chase them when I visit them, I am connected to friends and making new ones, my dog loves me, my property taxes only went up a few dollars, I can count laps when I swim, and my novel is nearing completion.

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Double yee-haw on the novel. More about that soon~
Thank you for reading~~

Time, Time, Time

Connection, Life, Light, Living fully
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Look what’s become of me! Can you believe it is the 30th of November?

And you know next year is the year of the Horse, the Fire Horse to be exact, in the Lunar Calendar. The Lunar New Year is February 17, 2026. Those of us born in the year of the Horse are energetic, animated, and optimistic. Okay, I’ll go along with that.

I get to look out and listen to the birds squealing and chirping, watching them drift and swoop, seeming to enjoy that and being alive. Indeed, being alive.

Ah, a sunset view of Admirals Cove in October.
So many things about our world are uncertain, changing while others remain the same. A friend and I were talking about how important connection to others is now, as I have mentioned here before. Do you find that to be true?

Changes. Last night I got some great bargains at the local hardware store annual sale. I was so pleased it took me over an hour to calm down when I got home. Ten years ago, I doubt I would have noticed the sale, much less gone out of my way to get to it!

By the way, our next year in the western Gregorian calendar is 2026. It is year 4724 in the Chinese calendar. We have a ways to go~

Yes, the novel is coming along! And my book, When I Was a Rock Star, is now out in an audiobook. Available at Barnes & Noble, The Audio Book Store, and Amazon.

Thank you, merci beaucoup, for reading my rambles. Feel free to let me know what you think~

Leapin’ lizards!

France, Questions
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“Leapin’ lizards! Did you see that!” “Leapin’ lizards! That can’t be for real!”

An expression of surprise, shock, amazement. Likely originated from the comic strip of ‘Little Orphan Annie’ over eighty years ago. Remember her? It was so popular, it went on to be a radio program, Broadway play, and a movie. My, oh my.

This little fella, all of three inches in length, was on my step when I was down in the high desert of Oregon visiting my family.

He scampered away just after he posed for his photo.

Isn’t it interesting how things you don’t expect scamper into your life?

A Canada goose lands on the hood of your car. Your next-door neighbor starts collecting and storing cars from the junkyard next to you. A check arrives from your sibling, who after several years, is finally re-paying you. The foxgloves that spring up and bloom all along your driveway. Your dog, who you didn’t know was pregnant, has puppies under your back porch.

Oregon lizard (c)MDessein

Then there is the “Okay, now what?”
Sometimes that question comes after a deeper thought: “What is my purpose here? In life? How do I manage this? Who am I? Do I marry this person?”

Or “Where am I supposed to live?”

I am definitely called to Langres, ancestral home of the maternal side of my family. And as you likely know, Langres is the setting for my current, about-to-be completed novel.

The view of the expansive countryside from many parts of the city as you walk along the ramparts is breathtaking.

Could I live there? Should I live there part-time? Lovely to be able to ponder this. Ah, what is my purpose? How do I keep good connections with my family?


As I have learned in the last few years, connection is so important. Old friends and new friends as well.

View from Langres ramparts (c)MDessein

I will get better at being aware, seeing options and opportunities

Leapin’ lizards! Sophia Loren is 91 years old!

Thank you for reading and sharing thoughts. All the best to you.

(c)MDessein

Steps Along the Way

Family, France
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I am watching my six month old granddaughter bounce and chirp happily in her jolly jumper swing. Later, I am holding her as she wiggles and squirms in my arms, reaching and waving her hands and kicking her feet. Oh! A baby smack as she waved her darling, sweet hand next to my cheek!

She doesn’t know I am her grandmother. Yet, if I say so myself, I am a pivotal part of her journey to being here.

Ah, her two parents. Her four grandparents. Her eight great-grandparents. Her sixteen great-great-grandparents. Sheesh!

I had no idea about my maternal great-great-grandparents until I was in Langres, France in 2023. Their names were Alexander Dessein and Marie Ballant. My great-grandfather Charles Dessein’s parents. Charles and Adele Dessein were my mother’s grandparents. There is a large, marble, almost two hundred year old crypt outside Langres where Alexander and Marie are entombed. Wowza.

Got all that straight!

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Dessein family crypt (c)MDessein
(maybe mausoleum is a more accurate word)

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Our journey here, where we are, who we are. Who were our ancestors who were pivotal steps to us being here.

I will keep much of this in mind as I hold my grandchildren, play with them, and look into their bright eyes as they look back at me~~

A Forest of Flowers

Connection, Hummingbirds, Nature
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These foxgloves are amazing. Over a hundred of them. Intermixed with thousands, yes you read that right, thousands of Shasta daisies. A lot of the foxgloves are over eight feet tall: deep lavender, white, soft lavender almost white. Some evenings I sit on my deck and just look at them in wonder, listening to the myriad of birds warbling, tweeting, chirping, whistling, trilling, cawing, squawking, cooing, and the zzzt zzzt of humming birds.

A few nights ago, sitting out on my deck, I watched a couple of bald eagles swoop and float through the air in huge loops and circles, their wings outstretched in elegant lengths, seemingly effortless. Were they just enjoying the freedom and seeming weightlessness of their swoops? Not long after, I saw some seagulls seem to do the same thing: swoop and loop with no clear destination. Simply enjoying the freedom and beauty in being so present in Nature and the moment.

By golly, when the ducks fly through, they are definitely headed out on a mission: flap, flap, flap those little wings. They are gone by in a minute!

Can I be free and present in the moment? The foxgloves are so beautiful, asking for nothing, and giving so much wonder. I tease myself that I have the attention span of a hummingbird. Yet the hummingbirds sure seem to know where they are going and what they want as they zip around the feeders on my deck.

Being present with myself. Progress on my novel. Connecting with friends. Author and teacher, Bill Kenower, talks about connection is of ultimate importance. I care about what I’m writing, it interests me, I edit and feel it when it expresses what I feel. Yet also the connection I feel to it, and that my readers connect in some way to it.

Woo Hoo! A forest of foxgloves and daisies. Birds singing and chirping. Me learning from them to be present and to connect.

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