Fools Rush In

Friday, May 15, 2026

STORY JUST FOR TODAY...05-15-2026

HELLO HAROLD

Harold showed up every evening, making sure the dogs and I were asleep. The silly mouse left messages of mouse poop to assure me he had been here. That was not a smart thing to do. Otherwise he was a cautious fellow.

A friend suggested I try a glue trap to catch Harold. I had some already and set one out with a snack of cheese in the middle of the glue. The next morning there was Harold, stuck like a bug. Sadly my friend did not mention how I might remove a stuck mouse from the glue. So I went to another friend...Google. Meanwhile I had removed Harold trap and all, to the trash ben outside.

The first advice from Google was not to pick up trap and mouse with my bare hands. It was important to avoid the HantaVirus. Oops too late I had already handled both with my bare hands. Back in my home I wandered around thinking of the stuck live Harold and my heart raced. I could not just leave him there to die. There was a suggestion from Google that I use some form of oil to massage on him. How could I do that without catching he Hantavirus?

I grabbed a bottle of Olive oil and headed for the trash ben, offering to Harold the assurance that help was on the way. Bless his little heart, he was struggling so, trying to escape the glue. I squirted the olive oil on him and he began to squirm harder. I got my long grabber and held on to Harold trying to shake him loose.

Harold was free from the glue pad but held tightly in the jaws of my grabber. Google had also suggested the once he was free, not to release him close to home or he would return to the place he knew best. I ran with Harold to the back of our ten acre field and shook him off. He ran with joy and I was sure he was smiling and singing Born Free.

GOODBYE HAROLD

Wednesday, May 06, 2026

ANOTHER QUESTION...05=06=2026

THE BIG "C"

Have you had it? Do you have it now? (I have it now). So, what are the next steps? Thankfully my Ron showed me how to move forward with Cancer.

Today would be my best friend Pat's 80th birthday. She had MS. She also showed me how to move forward through a dreaded disease. She died on this date 36 years ago at the young age of 44.

When the urologist told me the tumor was malignant I thought I would choke! Then I remembered all of my dear friends and family members who were brave and strong and loving and caring through debilitating illness. I felt their presence through both of my surgeries and will through all that is to come.