Choice
A Variety of Choices
Did you ever notice that when you blow in a dog’s face, they get mad at you? But when you take him in a car, he sticks his head out the window? —Steve Bluestone Duff here. Now, Mom has not yet tried to Blow in My Face. But if She did? I think there would…
Read MorePesky Habits? Banished!
Those pesky habits tripping you up? Interrupting your life? I don’t know about you, but some of them stopped me from living unstuck. But breaking that problem pattern isn’t as hard as it seems. I managed to break three habits in less than a month. I started small, and figured out those three problem patterns.…
Read MoreI Got Dumped On
Duff here. Recently, I had a Big Adventure. My World had its first real Snowstorm. Snow stacked up. And swirled about. It piled into drifts on Trees and Fences. And I loved it. I played and Romped, skidding as I did Brodies. Living unstuck That is until I got Dumped on. Mom was brushing the…
Read MoreThe North Side
Snow! This white moisture is falling as I write. And I was reminded how beautiful snowflakes are when they spin and float. The wind may push these flakes into drifts. They become heavier in some spots. And lighter in others. Tucked away in crevices. They get stuck where they land. But here’s what is most…
Read MoreSmooth Sailing and Eddies
As I go on my morning walk, I pass a ditch. Small trees and shrubs line its path. Weeds and flowers are abundant. Sometimes it is filled with water to the brim, hustling along to a large culvert at the end of the road. It burbles and bubbles as it travels, paying no mind to…
Read MorePaving Another Way
If you don’t like the road you’re walking, start paving another one. —Dolly Parton Duff here. I played a fast One on Mom today. We were on the Move to meet a Good Friend at a local Eatery. During Summer when the Weather is Warm, Mom has a Choice. She lets Me do My Number.…
Read MoreMy Nemesis: The Smoke Alarm
Duff here. A while ago, Mom and I were having a peaceful morning. The Sun was shining. Birds were singing. A gentle Breeze was wafting in the trees. When suddenly: the Smoke Alarm erupted with that Abysmal Sound. You know: the Dratted Chirp, Chirp. And those high Pitched Tones? Hurt My delicate ears. Not unstuck…
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