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Perpetual Ruminations
#1109346 added February 27, 2026 at 12:57am
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Bejeebers
| So this entry is being written today, but it's not today, it's tomorrow. I know that doesn't make sense, but yet it does. See, it's 11:40 my time,, but it's 12:40 WdC time. Thankfully, I commented on a few blogs earlier, and that completed my five for today. But I still wanted to write my entry, only I wrote it just after midnight this morning, my time or yesterday WdC time. Are you getting confused yet? I know I am. But, instead of posting my entry from early this morning, I'm going to post about something that happened just about a half hour ago; something that scared the bejeebers out of me. I was watching a spot of television, a show called Supernatural. I've seen it before, but it's been a while, and it's something I can watch while my wife's at work; she doesn't care to watch shows like this very often, especially at night before bed. Anyway, I had watched one full episode and started another when the dogs decided they wanted to go outside. I usually go out with them, but sometimes I just let them out and watch them from the door; that was the case tonight. I usually have a treat ready for them to reward them for coming in when called, but I didn't have one yet tonight. I went to the kitchen, got them a treat, and then went to the door to see if they were ready to come in. But when I looked out, someone was looking back in at me! My heart just about stopped before going into overdrive and tried to rip out of my chest. I even stepped back before my brain kicked in and told me there was someone at the door. I opened it and found my neighbor standing in front of me. She had just reached out to knock when I looked out and I scared her as much as she scared me. The dogs, both of them, were right there beside her; they think everyone comes over to see them. She had, in fact, come over to drop off a package that had been delivered to her mailbox in error. I thanked her and let the dogs in. I would have been a bit more neighborly, but I had already gotten ready for bed and was running around in my boxers and a t-shirt, so I didn't think it was the best time to socialize. Besides not being dressed appropriately, I also had to pick up my bejeebers. |
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About The Author
My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
