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A long-running personal blog shared by two authors with completely different approaches to life. And a lot of large, beautiful photographs of dogs and nature and places we've traveled to. Rich in commentary and irreverant in style. 


We started blogging a long time ago. Our work hours never aligned with recommended psychotherapists and we needed to get our thoughts out. We are great friends, total opposites and long-time housemates. This was a way to communicate. With each other. With strangers. With consumer marketers. With sub-par meteorologists. With distant friends who wanted to see pictures of stuff we were up to.

This is the place. Our bucket of thoughts to share. You are welcome. 
(We realize that most of you are here for the dog pictures.)

Team Optimism


NaBloPoMo Theme of the Day:  Do you think you are more of an optimist or a pessimist?


I'm an optimist.

I have no idea why I'm still optimistic, considering elements of the past year (hell, considering the elements of the past 24 hours) - but it seems to be something that is in my DNA rather than a hat I choose to wear everyday.

I've just gotten home from the Emergency Room where my neighbor "Mr. H" is spending the night. We've spent some serious QT at the hospital in the last 4 months, Mr. H and I have. He doesn't have family around. No kids. Wife passed away years ago and who he does have  - well they live about 8 states away and have their own hurdles.

It was late when I left tonight. No beds in the hospital so I'll be back in the morning to see him admitted into the hospital. For tonight - turn off your hearing aids and get comfy in the ER.My other neightbor [he lives between our houses] and I try to look after Mr. H. She does a better job of it. She is the one that found him today. She is why he's alive.

When the nurse in the ER was asking about our relation to Mr. H while treating him, I described our team as:

She keeps him alive and writes informative emails while I serve more as an "action-butler-figure." I deliver coffee and newspapers. I smile a lot. I google ANY analytic or diagnostic point and have an innate ability to find tiny points of network connectivity INSIDE the hospital. (mmhhhmmm, that's right.)

I wear a lot of black and have a resting posture that makes me appear as if I had recently been in the military. I handle transportation in ALL kinds of weather. ("He still wants to make that appointment in the blizzard? Okay. I'm game if he is.") I tend to bypass other forms of security undetected.

I know Mr. H is in bad shape... and there are few people that want him to get better more than myself. But he's not getting younger and for some reason he's Karmically being picked on. But I live by a code while I am with him in these times. And it has helped us through before.  My code is this:

"Don't start getting serious on me now."

It is what I would ask of someone if the circumstances were reversed. If I was in that bed. There are enough grim faced people walking around the hospital.

I would encourage my team to continue to show up in the ER yelling out "We're gettin the Band back together!"