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The other night, Captain Cavedweller and I went out for dinner. After placing our orders, I ran into the restroom to wash my hands only to find a little blond-haired pixie, who couldn’t have been more than 5, standing on her tiptoes splashing in the sink.

She eyed me when I came in and continued flailing water around the sink. Finally, she stretched up and turned off the faucet, pulled out a wad of paper towels and played at drying her hands.

Continuing to keep an eye on me she finally threw her towels in the garbage, put her tiny hands on her hips and gave me a once over.

“You got any bucks?” she asked.

Completely convinced I misheard her, I begged her pardon.

Apparently no one has ever done that before, because she looked at me in confusion.

“I’m sorry,” I said, leaning down  toward her. “I didn’t hear what you said.”

“You got any bucks? You know, money,” the little imp said.

“No, I don’t have any money,” I said, telling the truth since my purse was safely tucked away at the table with CC.

“Are you sure? You better check your pockets,” she said, taking a step forward.

Fearful she might decide to check my pockets for me, I showed her all they contained was some lint.

“Where’s your bucks?” she asked, growing concerned by the fact I didn’t even have a dime on me.

“Back at my table,” I said, wondering what type of parent turned this little robber baron loose in the restroom let alone hadn’t taught her any manners.

“Oh,” she said, then sashayed out the door.

With a sigh of relief that my interrogation had ended, I walked back to our table and informed CC that all the precocious child needed was a boy named Clyde and a get-away tricycle.

She Who Hasn’t Got Any Bucks in Her Pockets

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A few weeks ago, my uncle Ken passed away quite unexpectedly. Admittedly, I didn’t know him as well as I would have liked, and that is my own fault.

Particularly guilty of letting my life fill up with busyness, there are too many things I keep putting off until someday. One of those things is getting to know my extended family better.

Going to the memorial service, the one thing that stood out with utter clarity was that my uncle knew how to live. I mean really live. He squeezed all the fun, excitement, joy and adventure out of life that he could.

What a way to live.

I can’t think of one time I saw him that he wasn’t wearing a huge grin and laughing.  Always full of life. I can hear him and my uncle Ed joking, as they most often did, at our many family gatherings when I was a kid.

During the service, letters from his children and a few of his grandchildren were read. The underlying theme in them all was Ken’s passion for life. He skied, backpacked, traveled in an RV, and loved photography.

And just a day before he passed away, his first great-grandchild was welcomed into the world. One life beginning, one ending.

I hope that baby will someday know, and perhaps follow, his great-grandfather’s zest for life.

Seeing the many photos, hearing the heart-felt words that reflected Ken’s life made me want to follow his example and really learn how to live.

She Who Will Miss That Big Smile

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It is a fact of life that we will have relationships come and go that can only be called toxic.

Maybe it’s a family member or a friend – but we’ve all had at least one relationship that leaves us feeling drained, empty, frustrated, annoyed, irritated, angry, used or abused.

I will admit I’ve had more than a few of these relationships over the years. It isn’t hard to recognize the symptoms. What may have started out as a fun relationship at some point morphs into something that leaves me feeling poisoned and sick at heart. My problem is that I have hard time admitting the relationship is toxic, letting go and moving on. This is a problem that dates back to my teen years and it hasn’t gotten better with time.

My daddy once told me that there have been a lot of times when I’ve been a good friend to others long beyond the time I needed to be. When he made that observation I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. I’ve long since figured it out.

I could blame my need to maintain these toxic relationships on a multitude of things, including the astrological data that Libras are loyal to a fault, but I think it basically boils down to the fact that I just don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

It is also a challenge to admit the time, effort, and care I’ve invested in a relationship may have been better spent elsewhere.

Recently, I have come to the startling realization that a relationship I’ve been in for quite a while has got to end. It has become so toxic, just hearing the person’s name makes me annoyed beyond reason.

Healthy? Not at all.

The spiral into the abyss started more than a year ago when, in the course of a week, my “friend” (let’s call him Fred) lied to me, deliberately excluded me from an event important to both of us, and then pretended he had no idea what I was talking about when I tried to discuss it.

I was livid at the time and Captain Cavedweller, wise man that he is, suggested I find a way to ease out of the friendship at that point.

Not quite done suffering, I prolonged the inevitable and gave Fred another chance. And another. And another.

In the past year, Fred has been:

•Demeaning

• Belittling

• Patronizing

• Dishonest

• Sneaky

• Self-serving

• Arrogant

• Rude

•Unkind

I know Fred has lied to my face as well as behind my back. I’ve discovered from mutual friends that invitations he was supposed to pass along to events never quite made it to me. It’s his own special way of making me feel excluded. And it was worked.

His latest tactic has largely been to ignore me unless he wants or need something, then he tries to act like we are still good friends.

In a nutshell, Fred has made continual withdrawals from the friendship bank account and failed to put in any deposits. Now that the account is way past overdrawn – there’s not much left to do but close it down.

As I was ranting to CC the other evening about Fred’s latest shenanigans, I told him I was all done. Done with the abuse, the lies, the toxic waste this friendship had become.

CC gave me a hug and told me it was about time.

As hard as it is to let go of people you care about, sometimes it is the best thing, the only thing, you can do.

What I’m trying to learn to focus on is that even if someone is in my life for a season (however long or brief), they have undoubtedly brought something into my life that I needed to learn or experience. The trick is in finding what that is and embracing it as I move forward, out of the toxic waste.

She Who Is Working on Letting Go

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See that photo?

That’s my dad and my oldest brother Doug, way back more than a few years ago.

Today is Doug’s birthday and according to stories I’ve heard, he’s always been a bit of a firecracker.

Doug was 19  and had the world by a string when I was born. He married my sister-in-law when I was a a year-and-a-half old.  By the time I was four, he welcomed his own baby girl with open arms.

So my big brother has always been a combination of hero, parent, sibling, cowboy and mystery to me. When I was a kid, I thought he was about the coolest person on the planet. He also had an ample supply of sweet treats  which helped cement his place as a favorite in my little world. I remember one time when we went to the woods to get Christmas trees he made me the best snow cone using real snow and strawberry pop.

Growing up, Doug was larger than life. Partly because of who he was, partly because of what he did. He was a real honest-to-goodness cowboy. Sometimes he’d be gone for what seemed like months at a time (although in reality I’m sure it wasn’t quite so long) as he worked on remote cattle ranches. But when he came home, fun was sure to be right on his heels.

He drove too fast, listened to his music too loud, and lived life like it was one amazing adventure.

Although age has a way of settling even the wildest spirits, Doug still has that air about him. Still looking for that next great adventure. Still ready for fun.

So to my big brother, who always seemed able to add one more star to my starry-eyed gaze as a child, I hope your birthday is extra-special. And you have many, many more exciting adventures.

She Who Still Thinks About Snow Cones and Huey Lewis

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