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  1. Random Thoughts While Meditating #2

    October 9, 2016 by Diane

    Yogi meditating under a tree

    Suffering isn’t the path to enlightenment.

    Acceptance is.

  2. I Want to Thank The Liebster Committee for This Swell Blogging Award

    April 17, 2016 by Diane

    The Liebster Award

    I am proud to announce that I have been nominated for The Liebster Award, which is like a mini-Pulitzer Prize for mini-blogs. At least that’s what the person who nominated me claims, and who am I to say otherwise? The award is given to bloggers who have less than 1000 followers. Since I have 38, I qualify. In fact, I’m over-qualified.

    The wonder-blogger who nominated me is Laura, an introvert (my kind of gal!) who blogs about donkeys and Easter eggs and chocolate and, mostly, homesteading on a 43-acre farm (very cool), over at Calderon Acres.

    As I told Laura, my spellcheck wants to turn Liebster into Lobster, which would be an exceptional award to display on the mantlepiece, if I had a mantlepiece, which I don’t. But I could display it on the heater. The downside: it would emanate a fishy smell and drive away any visiting guests, of which I have none. I live in a breadbox. The only person who fits inside is me, as long as I don’t gain five pounds.

    Now, to accept the Lobster, er, Liebster Award (for which I am truly thrilled to accept!), I need to answer eleven questions. You mean I can’t just blog and be done with it! Au contraire. I must answer eleven questions. Not ten, Not twelve. Eleven. So, here they are:


    1. How did you arrive at the name for your blog?

    I wrote the piece Squirrels in the Doohickey, along with a couple of other short works, showed them to a writer friend and mumbled something about how I was thinking of starting a blog and maybe these could be some of the posts. She said, “Go for it! Your friends and family will probably be your only readers, but it’s good writing practice.” And she was right. In both cases. It was she who suggested I call my blog Squirrels in the Doohickey.

    2. If all forms of the name had already been taken, what was your second choice?

    The likelihood that someone else had snapped up Squirrels in the Doohickey, or Squirrels Mucking Up the Doohickey, or any combination thereof, was zero, so I didn’t have a plan B.

    3. What or who inspired you to start blogging?

    My inner self. The one who wrote every morning for thirty minutes about squirrelly things. “Hey, ‘ya think maybe somebody might want to read this stuff?”

    4. Describe yourself in three words.

    Obviously obliviously petite. Meaning: I’m obviously slight of build, which always surprises me.

    5. What is your biggest fear?

    Anxiety. If it wasn’t for anxiety, the stuff that makes me anxious would just be stuff.

    6. What is your own personal favorite of your own blog posts, and why?

    Same Baggage, Different Location. It describes what a lot of us carry. At least that’s what I believe, and I’m sticking to it.

    7. Where did you spend most of your life, and where are you now?

    In my desk chair, typing. Now? In Peet’s Coffee and Tea, typing.

    8. What is a “big” blog that you enjoy and why?

    Oh, gosh. Big? You mean bigger than mine? Wow, that’s a whole world of blogs. Sadly, I don’t have a lot of time to read blogs. Or magazines. I only have time to read books. Which makes no sense and I’m digressing because my mind is overwhelmed with the multitudes of big blogs to choose from but…oh, wait…

    I love how she lets her mind roam free. She makes anxiety funny, but also shares the dark side of depression. Which is how it is with anxiety and depression. Sometimes you can find the humor in the darkness, and other times you can’t even find the light switch.

    9. What is your favorite quote, by whom, and why?

    “Don’t believe everything you think.” I don’t know who said it. Probably some therapist. It’s good to remember when we have self-deprecating, or fearful, or negative, or judgmental, or dysfunctional thoughts.

    Here’s another good one, from Viktor E. Frankl: “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.” 

    10. Knowing what you know now, what advice would you give your fresh-out-of-school self?

    Thou shalt not should upon thyself. Do what you are inspired to do, when you are inspired to do so. Don’t let a silly to-do list get in your way.

    11. I am all about bloggers helping other bloggers. Help us help you. If someone wanted to show your blog some love, what would be your preferred method — a Facebook share? Sharing on Twitter? Subscribing to your blog? Commenting on your blog? Submitting your posts to Stumbleupon? Or something else? Let’s all read their answers and try to make that happen.

    Oh, Facebook please! I’m not on it, so I rely on you to spread the love. And by all means, subscribe!

    Whew, I answered all eleven questions! Now do I get the award?


    Wait, there’s more!

    To accept the award, I must also share eleven random facts about myself.



    Random facts?

    I can’t even think of one.

    Okay, one: I tap dance. Or I did. For years. And I taught tap dance to adults. Three, to be exact. One of them was a tall man who wore scrubs and only spoke Chinese. The other two were Stanford employees looking for a fun way to exercise. None of them became tap dance aficionados.

    And while I’m on the subject…my first dance teacher was an elderly bowlegged woman with a dowager hump who taught me a tap dance that Bill “Bojangles” taught her when she was young. “Don’t ever forget it,” she said, stabbing my chest with her crooked finger. After all, she was passing this dance on for prosperity.

    I regret to admit that I forgot every shuffle ball-change.

    Do I get the Liebster now?


    Bring on the nominees.

    I must also nominate five to eleven other mini-blogs who are deserving of the Liebster, and create a new list of questions for the nominees to answer.

    Five to eleven mini-blogs?

    A list of questions?

    This is making my head spin.

    If I do come up with five mini-blogs, or eleven, what if I leave someone out? I won’t be able to sleep! And how will I know if they have less than 1000 followers? What if they have more, and I nominate them and insult them in the process?

    Confession time.

    I’m embarrassed to admit, I unsubscribed to most of the blogs I was reading because I was reading blogs instead of rewriting my novel. And the bloggers for half the blogs I subscribed to stopped blogging, which doesn’t bode well for the other blogs I subscribe to. So I’m doing all of you bloggers a favor and not subscribing—even though I’d love to subscribe—so your blog will live on through infinity.

    But while I was reading blogs, here are five I enjoyed: Straight talk from the sisters about blood, sweat and ink. Two gals, and a wealth of tips on writing. I urge you to check ‘em out! She’s a buckaroo who bakes beans and writes, and hosts a weekly flash fiction contest on her blog. Join in!

    Lemon Shark Reef This “introvert with hulk tendencies” plays with flash fiction. Plus, she has “more books than dust motes” in her house. A fellow book-a-holic! He’s a humor blogger with a flair for poetry. Evidently we share 50% of our DNA with bananas. In case you didn’t know.

    and of course, Yep, him. My guest blogger last week. If you haven’t read his post, please do. It’ll make you chuckle.

    All ye nominees, should you choose to accept this award (you’re under no obligation to do so; I’m happy to mention you either way), please visit this page to find out the rules for winning, and the list of questions. Hey, why should I reinvent the wheel?

    Seriously though, I want to thank Laura over at Calderon Acres for nominating me. I’m not sure if I can claim the award, since I didn’t fully participate, but I’m touched by her gesture.

  3. Is it Too Much to Ask?

    February 14, 2016 by Diane

    Man holding woman's hand

    I have a friend who is my rock, my anchor. I have another who makes me laugh. A third is sympathetic to my every woe, and another bolsters me when I’m down. I have an upbeat boss and an intuitive coworker, a wise mother, a supportive sister, and a visionary father.

    I am grateful for their presence.

    When I feel agitated, I know who to seek out: the anchor. When I lose my perspective, I latch onto the one who makes me laugh. When I need advice I call my mother, for insight I find my coworker, when I’m riddled with doubts I talk to my sister. If I want to feel like the world is dandy I look at my boss and his bouncy stride.

    These are the roles that I’ve assigned to the people in my life, and if they stray from their roles, I become unsettled.

    I don’t want the rock to become needy, or the humorous one to become cynical. I don’t want to reach out to my sympathetic friend and hear, “oh, get over it.” I don’t want the upbeat one to become depressed, the insightful one to act dense, the wise one to turn stupid, or the visionary to stop dreaming. I don’t want the one bolstering me to suddenly want me to bolster them. And I don’t want my dentist to be a hypochondriac.

    Is it too much to ask for them to stick to their roles?

    Well, yes, it is too much to ask. We all have our many sides, and we’re entitled to own them. There will be a day when my boss comes to work with his feet dragging, or my insightful coworker looks at me with a blank expression. There will be a time when I’m the one being the anchor or the bolster or the fountain of wisdom, or the one saying, “Don’t stop dreaming, kid.” There will come a time when I’m the caretaker for the one who cares for me.

    And that’s okay, because it makes me stronger.

    It reminds me that I’m all that I seek in others.

    It reminds me that I’m more than the one who is anxious.

    Woman holding man's hand