“The Solitaire Meditation” now on BizCatalyst360

I previously offered Eliana’s GiveAway on BizCatalyst360 and this week those kind and gracious folks are sharing my The Solitaire Meditation, the next in a series on making one’s life and others’ lives better.

In this case, a short piece about appreciating what’s around you, about giving yourself a moment to acknowledge what’s around you.

 
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Terry @FromGreenhills Melia and Steve @SteveFM Evans Interview Snippet 1 – Trucking

Terry Melia, Steve Evans, and I had some good laughs while taping Spotlight on Joseph Carrabis and his latest book ‘That Think You Do’ Writer, Mentor, Scientist.

I’ll be offering snippets of that broadcast over the next few weeks starting with today’s Trucking.

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The Alibi (A John Chance Mystery) – Chapter 10 – Naomi Dillinger, Annabelle

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The Alibi – Chapter 10

 
Naomi Dillinger stood at aisle 7’s Tide end display, the nozzle of an industrial wet-dry vac in her hand. An angry customer slashed six of the gallon-plus ultra concentrated detergent buckets.

She knew they weren’t called buckets but look at the size of them.

Annabelle, the other girl on Naomi’s custodial team, petite and mute, backed away from the spill and wiped her eyes.

The floor manager mused, “Must have been some kind of angry to do something like this.”

Naomi handed Annabelle a tissue. “Must have come prepared carrying a knife that’d do this. Those containers are thick-walled, don’t cut easy. And small. Or concealable. A Karambit or Adamas, probably.”

The floor manager stared at her.

Naomi shuffled through the custodial cart’s supplies. “We’ll need to perimeterize this.”

The floor manager backed away. “You scare me, Dillinger. Perimeterize? Kambit and Adam? Those are combat knives? How do you know that stuff?”

“Lot of reading, I guess.”

Annabelle got the spill kit out of the custodian’s cart. Naomi stopped her. “Not yet. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Annabelle wiped her eyes again.

“Yeah, I know. The perfumes they put in these things could gag a maggot.”

took a small, wire-bound notebook from her shirt pocket, clicked a pen, and wrote in precise, block capitals “Where go?”

“Women’s undergarments? Sure you don’t want to teach me sign language?”


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Little Mother Returns

For the past thirteen years one of my great joys is the return of Raccoon. I mentioned my first Raccoon encounter with Rocky aka Rockalina many times and still tear up thinking about her.

She was such a gentle soul. Petite by the standards of Raccoon we’ve seen over the past few years.

And each year the little mothers return. This young lass is the first of 2022’s mothers. The warmer weather has already had several little mothers return this year, 2023.

I may get to their videos next year.

You never know…

 

“Eliana’s GiveAway” now on BizCatalyst360

I previously offered Living with Intention (Intention: Part 2) on BizCatalyst360 and this week those kind and gracious folks are sharing my Eliana’s GiveAway, the next in a series on making one’s life and others’ lives better.

In this case, a short piece about helping someone discover their own power to heal.

 
Enjoy!