Thinking About October



Although fall has not arrived, most people are beginning to think of the colorful trees and Halloween. I know many readers including myself have our thoughts on what to read that is exciting and frightening. While I’m thinking of the fall and anxious for its arrival, I am also thinking of the human mind. Why do men and women take a chance to commit adultery? Paulo Coelho seems to have many answers in his new book,  Adultery. However, I have something else on my mind.  I want to thank him for helping me  decide what to read during the frightening month of October. He mentions Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde which I loved and would love  to read again. He also mentions Frankenstein. Here is a true confession. I have never read the classic, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley. Neither have I seen the movie. Shame on me. I’m really embarrassed. So, between now and October I’m going to repent. I’ll show my repentant spirit by reading Frankenstein. Confession is good for the soul. I now feel better. I know there is support out there and forgiveness for which I thank you. I might write what I think about this Classic.




Sanibel Island, Fla.



Have never heard of Sanibel Island, Fla. Looks beautiful, more beautiful than other beaches, or it appears that way at the moment(smile). Have you heard of it or visited it? Maybe I can try to put up a poll. I’m curious about friends’ feelings about this island. If you know how to put up a poll on WordPress, would you leave me easy instructions? My uncle lived in Ocala, Florida. Lots of relatives from different parts of Florida, and we have visited Florida. Never heard of this island. It just strikes me as remarkably beautiful.


Yellow sunrise beams.

The ocean touches the sand.

My eyes linger there.

Who? Private

Teresa was told often by her husband, “you’re crazy.  Now, she felt something was really going on. Teresa was afraid to voice her fears. They sounded crazy to her. What would they sound like to a preacher, a friend or relative? She decided to take a chance. Too many people seemed to have given hint after hint. Earlier in her life she could catch hints. Now she couldn’t catch a hint or remember the hint. Each night she tried to look closely at her husband’s face. He kept standing in the shade of the lamp. He’d rub his face with his hands as if to clear some awful image. At times, he acted identical to their oldest son. It was a spooky likeness. Because that might mean her husband had become mentally ill too. Teresa stopped trying to look closely at him. She was afraid. Afraid if she acted differently he might hurt her.  He’d never hurt her, but was he different now? Was he not the person she had always thought? Could she possibly have been fooled and was sleeping with a stranger? Who could she  ask? Where could she turn? Late in the mid hours of the morning she spooked easily. He was watching her. She was watching him. What was going on? Was anything going? Was her worse nightmare one she had never dreamed?

Pieces of conversation came back to her from the mouths of friends, acquaintances and even the t.v. seemed to speak to her. She felt surely no one would take her side. They would say she was exaggerating. Weren’t mothers always wrong, at fault? There was so much to tell. Teresa had to wait for the right moment, the right technology. The moment wasn’t now. Oddly, she loved him. He never held her. She would reach over at night and put her arms around him. He always said, “I’ll keep you safe. Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” He didn’t say it as often. She didn’t feel as safe. It were as if ten strangers were living in her house in the body of one man.

During your first night as a suicide hot-line counselor, you answer the phone to…



During your first night as a suicide hot-line counselor, you answer the phone to hear a woman screaming and crying. “My husband says he will be back in thirty minutes. He says, “when I come back, I’m gonna beat you black and blue.” The suicide counsellor allows her to talk without interrupting. Finally, she says, “I’m going to jump out the window. I’d rather die than have him beat me again.”

“Listen, take a deep breath with me. Now I want you to call the police. Have them meet you somewhere away from the house not. Can you do that for me?”

“I think so. I don’t really want to commit suicide. I’m carrying my first baby.”

“Okay, time is passing. Don’t try to take anything with you. Hang up. Then, call the police. Then, leave as quickly as possible, and don’t hurt yourself.”

The counsellor heard a deep breath. Then, the phone clicked. She hoped the woman would make it out of there and not pass her husband on the way in. She said to a fellow worker. “I hate men who beat women. I really hope they burn in….Well, let me hush up before I say something I shouldn’t. Don’t want to get fired on my first night. I didn’t think about him returning early or meeting her while she was leaving. I feel my advice could have been so much better. I was so nervous I couldn’t think.”

Another worker, a male, got up and went to the water fountain. “Don’t worry. All of us have made our mistakes. You’ll do better next time. This time wasn’t too bad. Just hope and pray she makes it to safety. That’s all you can do.” The phone began to ring again.


OrdinaryI am ordinary.

I drink milk for breakfast.

I play Bingo on Monday evening.

On Wednesday night, I go to Prayer meeting.

Are you ordinary too?

Yes, I buy my potatoes from the corner grocer.

I knead and bake my bread.

I weed my marigolds in the morning.

How about you?

Are you ordinary too?

No, I fly to Paris once a month.

I can dance the Tango.

My bed sheets are satin and silk.

I never heard the word ordinary.

Will you teach me what it means?

I can not teach you.

It’s the real you lying inside

like an oyster in its shell.