...should I start a podcast?

Ha!  I was told by a few people this past year that I had a lot to say and therefore should consider starting a podcast. Say WHAT? I do like to hear myself talk, but is what I am listening to really very good to hear? Does my rambling have merit? And, finally, would anyone care?

I thought about it.  I thought:  What would I call it? Would I have a "theme?" What would I need to start a podcast? And...how often would I cast the pod into the world?  Well, it was way too many questions to answer all at once, so I quit thinking about it.  Now, after considerable time has passed, I am once again thinking...about it. Here's what I think.

I'm not a fashionista and could care less about being fashion-forward.  Heck, I barely like clothes so that leaves fashion out.  Makeup?  Who cares if you wear it or not; so not a fashion pod.  Advise to the love lorn?  Nah.  Where did those revelations lead?  I'll tell ya.  You ready?  Well...no, I don't want to let the title out of the bag until I am ready to go-live.

So, maybe I do have a lot to say and if I think about it, maybe it will even be a bit intelligent. At any rate, I am going to blog and pod my way through the universe.

What is ....title deleted...?  It's exactly as it is stated.  I get to ramble about what interests me in the universe and in life.  Now, I may select material from others and if I do so, I will pay homage to them; I'm not a thief, afterall. But, sometimes, what I hear or see from others is just better than anything I could come up with.  I will add my own take on their work and hopefully, if the borrowed thoughts are not proprietary, and I use them..they will be enriched by my spin. Who knows, right?

When will this casting of said pod take place?  It's now the middle of September 2019 and I must wait until I do more research on equipment and then save the $$ to purchase.  I'm making an educated guess of January. Although, I may ask for some "stuff" for Christmas. Dunno. Give me a few weeks and I'll get it sorted out.  In the meantime, have a great day.

...finding Gibbs August 2018

After I returned from Italy and after John's memorial service, Tyler and I had to put Marley down.  He was suffering from a brain lesion.  He had, very quickly, gone downhill and letting him go across the Rainbow Bridge was hard; but necessary.  I grieved for him for days.  I found myself crying when I thought of him and knew that I was probably transferring my loss of John emotions onto Marley.  Oh, I cried for John, but I kept it in check.  Now, with Marley gone, I let loose with gigantic sobs that wracked my body from head to toe.  After sobbing so hard for lengths of time, my entire body was  tired and I would lie on my bed with Tucker and wonder how life got so F*d up.

Dogs have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember.  It was rare when I had just 1 dog and I wanted another Standard Poodle.  Money is always a concern and spending $2000+ on a puppy wasn't in my budget.  I decided to try to adopt.

I began trolling various Standard Poodle sights for adoptive dogs, but didn't find any that met the criteria I had in my head.  Voila!  After searching an adoption site, a link took me to a Standard Poodle adopt/re-home facebook page.  I entered my information to become a member and then entered the information about the Spoo I was looking for as well as the city area I live in.

One day later, a lady private messaged me with information about a Spoo she had to rehome.  She lived less than 10 miles from me. She sent me pictures of 2 Spoos:  1 beautiful apricot and 1 (be still my heart) a parti-color - black and white.  Gently, I asked which dog? The parti was her response.

Truth be known, I would have bee interested in the apricot as well. But, another parti would be like having Tucker twins!

My two absolutely gorgeous, always happy Spoos! Tucker on the left and newly adopted Gibbs on the right. They make my heart sing!