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January 31, 2015.

It is the last day of the month, and yesterday I spread the news of my blog and slept like a baby, waking up every two hours and crying.  No that was a joke.  I slept well, I just realized how dumb that expression is.  Last night I went and googled my blog address and saw that I was sandwiched in between a Paula Dean peach cobbler recipe and a peach pie recipe and smiled and knew I was in good company.  That is why I slept well, peaches everywhere.

I have asked Natalie, Karina and Greg to "try my product" and they have not, so now I have to reflect on how we truly are different individuals and that humans truly do have different ways of problem solving.  During the peach growing season, I was advised by the 'profesionals' involved over and over again, not to talk, not to tell the press, not to say anything and I complied I gues out of habit, playing that female role of submission.  I said nothing, and when Greg paid his $22 million to the state, a gag order came with that too.  I didn't agree to that, no one made me sign anything,  and how can the state of Alabama stop freedom of speech in another country let alone in America?

  I have found great medicinal value from typing into the universe using the internet.  Way better than licking an envelope and sticking a stamp on it!  I got all of the toxic poison out of my head by just sitting with my laptop and typing.  My other three relatives need to cope in a private way and do not like the idea of me revealing so many things to the universe.  I knew that Greg preferred my silence going into this Blogging stuff, as he views business and life as a card game where you don't want to reveal your hand.  Not me, nope not me.  My dear Dad died when I was 15, so I got a taste of reality a long time ago.  He would have been 98 yesterday, so for the past 48 years I have tried to live the lessons I had learned from him - laugh as much as you can, work hard if you have to but make sure you are nice and laugh.  Because of WW II I guess, and the things he had seen in Latvia and Germany and beyond, he told me to be nice, you have nothing to gain from being mean and you never know when you need to reach for a life line, and who will be sitting in the life boat.

I can get back to laughing again.  Thanks laptop! Thanks internet!

Last night I also finished reading Rick Bragg's book "All Over but the Shoutin'"so I went to bed thinking about his tale and his childhood in Alabama and my childhood in Canada, that Latvian with the large capacity brain, that Latvian and the lentil who turned into a peach.  I am going to pick up "Ava's Man" today, I really love how Bragg writes.