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A Modest House in Blogville

by David McClain

Rated: 18+ · Book · Experience · #2129391

My 5th house in Blogville, located at the corner of Humor and Human Interest

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Above are links to four other blogs I've done over the years here at WDC.

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My reason for being. My one true love. My universe. Me and my bride, Melinda McClain

Welcome to my fifth home here in Blogville. Over the past two years I have gone through some changes. Widowhood, stroke, depression....all life stages of life I experienced. This is my attempt to move on, to get over it, to.....live again.

So now I have a new blog house here in my beloved cyber-city of Blogville and the intersection of Humor and Human Interest. Come by for a visit anytime you like, friends are always welcome. We'll sit a spell and talk.

I want this new Blog home to be light and airy so the topics I write about will reflect what passes for humor for me...most of the time. I will also write about a subject near and dear to me: Animals. All sorts of animals...great and small. That is not to say I won't get serious at times, I will, but one thing I won't do (hopefully) is write about politics. As Val Kilmer said in Tombstone: "My hypocrisy only goes so far."

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The Literary Penguin

Jan 15, 2019 at 4:55am
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I make no secret that my happy place is out in the wild, watching animals and the world go by me. As much as I love living in the city, I need my escape to help ground me, to help grow, and to just remember to live. Well written as always, my friend.

Voxxylady

Dec 27, 2018 at 6:45pm
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I also draw my serenity and strength from nature, and from my family. Those two things together are life for me. Between the two, the continuation speaks for itself...

Beautifully written.

Eric Wharton

Dec 23, 2018 at 5:43pm
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Nicely said, David. As a forester most of my life, the woods hold a special place in my heart as well. My desire to be in them is why I chose that profession to begin with. So I can say I honestly understand how you feel and couldn't have said it any better.

Scarlett

Dec 23, 2018 at 9:45am
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A beautiful philosophy, particularly at this time of year when humanity is generally overly busy with trivia and meaningless activities.

I think you nailed it here and the writing is exquisite.

I shall visit my special places, generally by water and trees to restore my soul once the hype is done and dusted.

Thank you for sharing such an astute piece.

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PlannerDan

Dec 22, 2018 at 12:01pm
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Well said, David. But, I believe our forests are all around us. Each person has a place to call his forest, a place where he can detach himself from the chaos of the world and regroup. You gotta have that place or else you'll go bonkers. Mine, well mine is a private place...I used to share it with an old black dog, but he's gone now. I just go there by myself now. Don't misunderstand me, Linda is my refuge and rock, always has been and always will be. She knows all about my place and approves.....she's got her's too.

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David McClain

Dec 21, 2018 at 11:19pm
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vivacious

It's not about being grumpy, though I gladly accept that title.

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vivacious

Dec 21, 2018 at 8:31pm
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All you need to do now is sit on your porch and scream “Get off my lawn!” at all the young whipper-snappers and your grumpy old man transformation will be complete.

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Voxxylady

Dec 18, 2018 at 10:23pm
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It ain't over till it's over, my friend. Even then, it's never really over when you've touched so many people.

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David McClain

Dec 18, 2018 at 2:36pm
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Many thanks Chewie Kittie

I'm still relearning my WDC stuff and it has proven to be quite the task for this old dog.

How's that?

Chewie Kittie

Dec 18, 2018 at 2:28pm
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It's easy. You just type { e:heart } without the spaces. I've memorized the emoticon "names" for several I use often.

If you go to Writing.com Tools in the left hand tool bar? You can find "WritingML: Emoticons" for a list of all the emoticons you can do this way. (There are a crapton.)

I like using them because sometimes

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December 7, 2018 at 7:15am

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On Meeting Mortimer

Today'a offering comes in the form of one of my animal stories. These stories usually take place on Almosta ranch, the place my wife and I lived for many years and where we happily cared for all animals great and small that came our way. This particular story took place three years ago during my last days on the ranch and is a true rendering of the event.

I made a new friend yesterday, his name is Mortimer, I call him Mort. He’s not much of a conversationalist but he’s a dang good listener. We met quite by accident yesterday morning when i got up earlier than usual, around three in the morning, and decided to get a few hours solid writing time behind me before I clicked onto Facebook to find out what I needed to be outraged over for the day.

I had only written a couple of paragraphs when I caught a slight movement out of the corner of my eye…I was not alone. I stopped typing and looked hard at the spot where the movement had come from. At first I could detect nothing then, as if by magic, he appeared from behind a bag of clothes slated to be hauled to Good Will.

I smiled. He was quite a handsome young fellow, about two inches tall as he stood on his hind legs and regarded me with large black eyes. He had soft grey fur and two overly large ears common for his kind. He was a field mouse.

These little fellows share one trait in common with humans, it would seem. When the weather turns cold they tend to migrate to warmer climes so they pack up the family and head to the nearest farmhouse in search of heat, easy foraging, and perhaps a little more security away from hungry predators bent on having them for dinner.

Since Almosta Ranch has very liberal immigration laws, set forth by Mel when we first moved here,I guess Mort decided to take a chance at starting a new life here in the farmhouse.

At first Mort was skittish and ran and hid when I first spotted him but by the end of the day he overcame his fear and decided that I was not there to kill or deport him back to the fields so he had ventured up on my desk to watch me work. Like all good immigrants, Mort has enriched his new home and provides me with good companionship and a willing ear to listen when I need to talk. His presence adds a new level of interest to our home and I look forward to his friendship in the coming dreary Winter months.

And so Life goes on here on Almosta Ranch.

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