Stay-at-home dad. Cook. Cleaner. Chauffeur. Expert folder of pink clothes.

Occasional writer.

Publisher of your opinions, stories and original writing at WriteHere.

Insomniac.

Glutton for punishment.

Wife, Mother, Retired Teacher

I counsel high school kids to pursue their interests.
Something I rarely do.

well I live in Monterey, Ca. I have 3 kids & 1 grandson. I also have a u.s.pat. and I'm in the book of international who's who of entrepreneurs 1996, and I have an I.Q. of 151. I like that rum and I have a $1,000,000 view and I'm retired. I owned A.B.C. GLASS co. for 25 years in Monterey, Ca. Started working there in 1979...became the Owner of A.B.C. GLASS Co. in 1982 and in 1990 i got my C-17 Contractor Lic. I close A.B.C. Glass Co. in 2003 do to ILLNESS ...I meet a lot of people throw my JOB and TRAVEL to different States using my TRADE,,,I also have a U.S, PATENT No. 5,339,507 Aug. 23, 1994 for a tool I invented for pulling out old window frames from homes with Stucco and wood exteriors so widow Co. can put in THERMOS WINDOW IN It saves a lot of time and money you can now replace a house full of windows in a day it use to take up to a month to replace a house full of windows...So now you can pull window frame out for the Alum..for recycling . ,I sale my tool and collect ROYALTIES from SALES of tool .

I write story's at WRITEHERE.COM I have written over 260 story's some do really good in the numbers of readers I've been writing there for 2 1/2 years now ,,I write about people I meet and my life mostly .. The story's are called OPINIONS my best one has over 3560 readers..When I died in 1997 I went to the TUNNEL with the light at the other END..There I spoke to "'GOD"' he said he had some QUESTION for ME after I answered one of his Questions he told ME to write a BOOK so I've been on this QUEST for awhile to write a BOOK I for got to ask "'GOD What to Write about......I have died 3 times now and had to be REVIVE.....

Some days are golden. Moments overwhelm you with beauty and light and make you feel you might explode. Other days are a dull grey, or black, or just empty, and you drift from moment to moment wondering what that fleeting, nameless sensation you feel about your heart is. It seems to me that too often feelings cannot catch up with thoughts, or perhaps it is the other way around, and what we feel cannot be put into coherent words or even thoughts, because it is the metaphysical and is not meant to be explained or analysed. Our lives are made up of moments and thoughts. This is a way to recording some of mine.

Other things....
Penguins fountain pens theatres instant coffee fairy wings creme eggs Space mojitos dress-up rainbows bare feet cookies ukulele butterfly kisses peanut-butter ice-cream Jessie Buckley bluebells barbie movies second hand books indigo and violet, Lists.

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