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           This morning I’m environmentally down; that oil spill in the gulf is leaking more every day as if the media is leaked information in drips, trying to keep totals from over alarming us.  I also read that a grey whale washed ashore in Washington and like a scene out of ‘Jaws’ (with Richard Dreyfus) here’s what was ingested: 20 plastic bags, small towels, surgical gloves, sweat pants, plastic pieces, duct tape, and a golf ball. Excuse me while I deeply exhale now. So what’s the deal with the pond in the blog title? Somehow the pond doesn’t seem relevant but I started something.

            I’ve been a published author since January. When I looked out the dining room window during a monster snow storm, most of the landscape looked rose colored.  Even up to a few days ago, same view; perhaps I’m like a virgin (thanks, Madonna). But the real world (sounds like an excerpt from reality television) dictates somewhere along the line, this New Jersey emerging author has got to hop into a heated pond, almost over my head and get wet, symbolically. So I did. And it wasn’t bad. A learning experience I keep telling myself. You know what, I love New Jersey. A few years ago, the state was the second smartest state in America (partly because NJ had the 2nd highest percentage of high school graduates going onto college). And I have to remember what Dorothy said about not being in Kansas anymore. Beyond Kansas, far away is a desert with a lone figure devoid of rationality, intellectuality, curiosity, civility, impartiality and humanity. So I ventured out there. A gentle tinnitus still rings Dr. Phil and Life’s Strategies. “You either get it or you don’t.”  Words crossed the continental divide. Fortunately the pond water was heated, protecting me from thirty-two degree outside night temperature. An epiphany came to me in those words reinforcing why people back in Biblical times threw rocks, invented Leper colonies but still wore penitent sheets. Then there was Europe and WWII and the gangs that burned crosses and lynched people here in America. That’s where those words came from. Ignorance is alive and well out there and getting blogged. And I’ve aged, gotten wet with two bearded men and a woman who looked like the ‘White Rock’ girl, watching me from the shore. So now I’ve dried off, smiled, thanked Dr. Phil and “The Secret” and the rest of my support structure and lived to write another blog(and start a trilogy) I’ve got to say this, “Have a nice day” while I open up a box of chocolates.

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