Sunday, July 17, 2011


Here's the deal:
  • I have written numerous blogs in my head, but none have actually made it onto the computer.
  • Yeah. That is extremely lame.
  • What is even worse is that I actually have stuff to write about and am just not writing.
  • On top of that, the stuff is now soooo much that I am saying things like, "I can't write a catch up blog now because it would be too long."
  • And then I follow that one up in my head with, "Who really cares anyway?"
  • You have maybe six people on here who actually read your posts.
  • Besides that, you have been absolutely awful about reading all of your friends' posts.
  • Your concentration is keeping pace with a flea.
  • And when you do read a post you sit and stare at the computer trying to come up with a comment. Usually you give up because all you can think of is something like, "Great post."
  • And that is like giving no comment at all. Egads.
  • For the most part, I have spent the better part of my waking time on Facebook doing stuff that requires as little thinking as possible.
  • That is the God's honest truth. You did get the part about having the attention span of a flea, right? Facebook is perfect for that.
  • However, there has been other stuff going on.
  • I can't recall if I told you that I was dreaming about my dad just about every night up until about ten days ago.
  • Oddly enough, most of the time, I had no memory recall of what we were doing in the dream. Sometimes, I did. Mostly not.
  • The first time I did remember him in my dream, it was a bunch of friends of mine and my dad. My dad was in the middle of two of my friends backup singing and doing dance steps like the Supremes. That couldn't have been more unlike my dad.
  • I laughed so hard when I woke up. That told me he was willing to do anything to get into my dreams!
  • When I was in elementary school , we lived in what we called the boondocks. It was a very undeveloped area of Florida that still had a lot of woods and snakes and even gators in certain places. Anyway, we had a tiger cat that I named Rowr. Unfortunately, Rowr ate one too many geckos and lost his hearing.
  • A gecko's tail is poisonous, but Rowr didn't make that association. Anyway, my parents figured out that Rowr was deaf, but didn't tell my brother and I, and one day we left the back gate open and Rowr got out.
  • I remember walking the block calling his name for days. I was devastated. I loved that cat.
  • Mom and Dad didn't have the heart to tell me or my brother that he probably got out the gate and was fairly helpless prey out in the woods being deaf.
  • About two weeks ago, I am lying in bed one morning wide awake, but not ready to get up. I feel something jump on the bed. My bedroom door is closed and the dogs are not allowed in the bedrooms. Besides, it is too light to be any of our dogs.
  • I open my eyes and nothing is there. I close them and it starts pouncing all over my legs. I open them and it stops. I close them to slits and it goes crazy bouncing all over my bed. All around my legs, up around my head, over my stomach, etc. Then it is gone. I think it is over.
  • Not. I feel a hard landing. Clearly it jumped from the floor back onto the bed. And the play resumes. I can tell it is a cat by the weight of it. Finally it has enough and jumps off.
  • I jump out of bed and go tell my mom.
  • We throw around theories and I tell her that I think Dad sent Rowr down so that I would know that he is okay. All cats go to heaven.
  • Two days later, I am lying in bed awake and I get another cat visitation.
  • I kid you not.
  • This time I talk to it through slitted eyes. Every time I fully open my eyes it stops playing. It is like it is playing hide and go seek or something. Moving on...
  • I call it by name (Rowr) and thank it for coming to play with me and let me know it is okay. Then I thank my dad for sending Rowr down for a visit. It is a relief to know that he is with dad in heaven.
  • Since then, no more morning cat visitations.
  • However, my dad's mom (Nanny) came to call and she came in a BIG way. Her signature sign is her perfume and she about knocked me out.
  • I was playing around on Facebook. I did mention that I have been doing that, right?
  • And she BLASTED me with her perfume. In the past, she has come by softer. This time she wanted my FULL attention and she got it. Actually, I think she wanted me to know on previous visits that she was okay and watching over me.
  • This time, I think she was letting me know that I wasn't going to be hearing from dad for a while, but she was with him and he was okay. She had him and all was well. And I told her out loud that I got the message.
  • And then when I got my head screwed on straight, I started screaming for my mom to come to my room RIGHT NOW. She did (griping that she was in the middle of something).
  • I said, "Stop. Can you smell that?"
  • She backed up. She got this look on her face and went "Woah. Nanny's perfume."
  • So, since dad has died, he has visited, Nanny has visited, and my cat that died in the 70s has visited.
  • Makes you wonder who will be next...
  • I actually have more to report, but I will save it for my next post. This is long enough already. I am afraid I lost some of you back on bullet point #5.


  1. Oh, Robin, I do believe. I've had a few of those "dreams" myself.

    Be kinder to yourself, please. You deserve it. Nice to see you here.

  2. Hey robin, I tried three times yesterday to leave comments and blogger wouldn't let me. So glad to see you back. And to see your father making himself felt and known. You get many more people in your room you are going to have to serve crudites. lol....chris

  3. Well, as one of the 6 people whom you think are reading (I'd bet there are a few more!), I'm glad to have you back, bullet points and all. My attention span is maybe that of a housefly, rather than a flea, so this is a perfect format! Whether full, beautifully crafted paragraphs or fragments of statements, it's just good to spend some time with you again ... :)

  4. I am glad to read whatever you have to say in whatever form you choose to share it in!
    I, for one, have missed your additions to this wonderful world of blogging. You were so good and supportive of me when I first put myself out there and I will not forget that.
    I love what you have shared here about your visitations on behalf of your father from those who have crossed over. I totally believe everything you have written even though I don't always believe in that type of stuff. I take it on a case by case basis and I KNOW you are genuine.
    This is a tough time for you still. You may feel as if you should be 'over it' by now. Not so. There have been lesser things in my life that have taken me longer to get over. Be patient with yourself and know that things will work out for you to feel 'normal' again.

  5. Great post! Kidding! hahaha I like coming to your blog because of the way you write. It's welcoming and I am glad you share some of your life with us. Plus, you are great at promoting other blogs! You've been through a lot, you need to be kind to yourself and not try and force things. Everything will work itself out. It always does! **hugs**

  6. Stopping by from the over 40 group to say hello. Kim

  7. First a blog is only for one person, the writer. So you write when YOU want and don't write when you DON'T want to. Easy, eh?

    And seriously, I LOVE visitation stories. Ghost stories. Whatever you want to call them. You are obviously loved in this life and beyond!

  8. Hey you... just checking in. I trust you are doing 'OK'...


  9. Hi Robin, You have a fabulous blog! I’m an author and illustrator and I made some awards to give to fellow bloggers whose sites I enjoy. I want to award you with the Creative Blog Award for all the hard work you do!

    Go to and pick up your award.


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