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Watch Your Yard for Falling Balloons

2/21/2019

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And your lake for Nesseys.
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Ha ha, I didn't want to get too serious.

It can be embarrassing, can’t it, pricing your wares? We have have so many “salespeople” trying to sell us something we don’t want or need that we have become skeptical.

One of the reasons I always loved going to Disneyland was that there was abundance there.

Disney didn’t scrimp. He wanted his park to be top-notch, and "The Happiest Place on Earth."

The Disney folks ask for a hefty sum to enter their park. Once there, people spend. They buy toys, souvenirs, food, drinks, snacks, more food, more snacks, balloons—oh, once my daughter and I had such fun with a Disney balloon. We were on a road trip and realized we were one hundred miles from Disneyland, and since that is my daughter’s favorite place on the planet, we had to visit.

While there, we missed my other daughter and her son. We had the bright idea of sending a message by balloon, so we bought a helium-filled balloon, and a marking pen and wrote love notes on it. We let my daughter’s little two-month-old son, release it into the air, and we watched as it sailed into the immense blue sky, and from our vantage point shrink in size until it was completely out of sight.
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We took a movie of it for that was all—so far—that my other daughter and grandson ever saw of it.

One doesn’t place a price on experiences such as that.

I intended with 
Come On Baby Light My Fire, that upon complition people would say, "That was a darn fun ride."

Over and out.
Joyce

For more information on the six module course, Come on Baby Light My Fire, please click on the image below.
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    About Joyce  

    Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon. 

    They say once you have Oregon mud between your toes, you will return.

    She is a mom of two girl babies--now grown-up women.

    She's a grandma to two boys trumped by video games.

    Boots, her childhood horse (Shown on the first page) led her on a path of love and adventure and the belief that that animals are guardians of the Sacred Path.  

    When, on the first day of a Freshman Biology class the Professor yelled, "This is the study of life," Joyce signed up. She majored in Biology, but has since found that life reaches beyond what can be easily observed, classified, and named.

    "There is more to heaven and earth, Horacho, than is dreampt of in your philosophy." --Shakespeare
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    She is Into spirituality, but is not always reverent as you will find. 

    She loves the green of Oregon, family, animals, flowers, books, movies, travel, walks in the forest, good friends, a warm fire...

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