tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958Fri, 27 Jan 2012 13:21:40 +0000comfortCancerchildhood traumaDoing the Right Thingimportant momentsCondo livingDemocracy Inactioncybislove disguisedApplePowerwomen in businessfateMario AndrettikingDesigner's Blockillusion of controlLewis Carrollvino pillayAway from HomeSurrendermysteryHiding PlacesCooperationangerguidesIambic Pentameterdatingspeaking outneighborsprotectionsolace of routineresentmentselfishnessSeparation AnxietypeaceImagesDr. SeussWinterincompetent mail deliveryWormsundercover systemsDarfurSpirit GuidesVietnam Vetmary magdalenefree market economysoul matetriumphikeacontradictionUnlikely FriendsJoy and SorrowJohn AtkinsonDerelictFreezingPossessionsslaveryNovelsgood deedsInasmuchComputer problemsnabiscolovejudgmentnatural selectionRecluseexplorationTimekeeperSurvivalPromisesWarriortopographySpeedingmanipulationcourageguiltCommitmentcarpenter beesswingsorganized religioncataractsgenocidecreative thinkingmantrainspirationarroganceadvocacyangelsgiftslost powernew to bloggingdescriptionLightcondominiumMutual Respectfear of commitmentdeclineparallel universesmall wonderFriday the 13thinstinctshome repairsPreymentoringConnoisseurWasp StingssarcasmPrairiedeterminationnegative advertisingsocial anxietyperspectiveHeartbreakdisrespecting womenhatredmisunderstandingconnectingthings that matteregospiritscoexistenceTigerKilmerfriendshiprivalryinfrastructuregladesiblingsSolitudewordsdisciplinedifficult life situationrebellionTriviaHardwareDomestic ViolenceMichael JacksonBeloved DogLongingsharon scanlinSymbiosiscolloquialismWriting SpiderchipmunksCampbells Chicken Noodle SoupFree SamplesartFearghandipilferingSanesteinbeckData Lossmother lovefamilyFormula OnecrueltyeternityForbidden BooksTomatoesalternate realityfatherconsciencePesticidedivorceegg bunniesgraffitiabuselanguageunconditional loveLosslaughterflyinghuman behaviorColorgood luckNovaForeclosuredory previnstrengthDoverbeing coldbook reviewnunsfunEasterpremonitionsfirst impressionscrisisSafetypioneersMy Brother's KeeperprejudiceBackupsJames Whitcomb RileyAwardconnectionkarmaHeroesFriendselectrical switchmarriagewin and loseLuxuriesGreedimmigrantslife cyclecatholic schoolretributionaginghelpRecessionLonlinessFood SupplyJoymemoriespower struggleDoubtlife truthnatural anomoliesScentsbrothersdalai lamaRepairshappinessSpringempathyCynicchristianitygreatnesspersonal encountersvandalismGriefvisionsnobberypositive thinkingIronyNew beginningsSmall Business IntegrityconspiracyculturefarmingBody languageDisappointmentCompassionfriggaEggsgood shepherd. left behindhonorable businessmenAnxietyMercurial PersonalityLife and Deathvision questHealth CaredreamswinningLoyal Dogkindnesswonderful dogcultivationDrivingmadonnaPseudo NewsPraypartnersfailureFallTrue CapitalismDeathfictionamerican dreamhttp://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Sharon)Blogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-4933993630198779861Thu, 26 Jan 2012 15:43:00 +00002012-01-26T10:43:28.098-05:00Vocabulary hides in isolated cells no longer bridged by charged synapses. Once fluid neurotransmitters now morphed into viscous sludge ooze slowly up and down the hills and valleys of loaded memory cells whose bridges have collapsed. Destination finally reached, sparks fly, the connection fires, and the word arrives 20 minutes later than the moment it was needed.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/sZHdJZ_V_nM/crumbling-infrastructure.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/sZHdJZ_V_nM" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/crumbling-infrastructure.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-2701192988747258095Sat, 14 Jan 2012 16:37:00 +00002012-01-14T11:42:33.303-05:00American Heritage Dictionary Published July 1987 by Dell Publishing fas-cism  n. A system of government that exercises a dictatorship of the extreme right, typically through the merging of state and business leadership, together with belligerent nationalism. (From the Italian fascio, group) I know, keep politics out of your blog, Sharon. But I miss my America. I see merit in many philosophies. Ihttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/tEZhv9P2JSE/sound-familiar.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/tEZhv9P2JSE" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/sound-familiar.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-2380298522178011355Thu, 12 Jan 2012 17:55:00 +00002012-01-12T13:19:16.484-05:00I remember... • Before I had language, my mother walking unexpectedly past my crib and picking up my new baby brother. I cried hysterically at being so callously ignored. • Before I was tall enough to look over the porch railing, I put my Buster Brown clad feet between two spindles, resting my chin on the top rail and surveyed the springtime world in front of our house. I was perplexed by how http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/Tt-wgXCx9os/when-i-was-little.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)6<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/Tt-wgXCx9os" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-i-was-little.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-15471800548939800Tue, 10 Jan 2012 19:19:00 +00002012-01-10T14:19:20.151-05:00From BBC News China: "An order by the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television (SARFT) to curb 'excessive entertainment' came into effect on 1 January….The news came as the president warned of the influence of Western culture…. 'Satellite channels have started to broadcast programs that promote traditional virtues and socialist core values,' SARFT said in a statement."http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/7fFNM7NBIMk/danger-of-excessive-entertainment.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/7fFNM7NBIMk" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2012/01/danger-of-excessive-entertainment.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-6527248567818796118Thu, 22 Dec 2011 14:51:00 +00002011-12-22T17:21:08.679-05:00Laughter and Love. Who could ask for anything more? Here's a series of email exchanges between my daughter and me this morning: Daughter: You disappeared on me yesterday, are you okay? Me:  I disappeared? I'm still here... Daughter:  Oh!  We were emailing and I didn't hear back from you. No worries, email is weird like that. Hope you're having a good week! Me:  Sorry, I had a freelance job I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/Cyt-8Tzb-Yc/i-love-my-daughter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)8<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/Cyt-8Tzb-Yc" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-my-daughter.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-1524735473472006045Wed, 14 Dec 2011 20:34:00 +00002011-12-14T15:34:42.407-05:00I just can't resist them. If they're in the house, they haunt me. I visualize where I've hidden them from view and chide myself for the self-delusion that they would be out of my thoughts. I think about how I love the sound of the wrapper as I tear it open. How the smell of chocolate fills my mouth with anticipatory saliva. The wonderful sensation as my teeth close firmly over the chocolate shellhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/wVl9OVIgy6A/seduction.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/wVl9OVIgy6A" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/12/seduction.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-1917819595785106438Mon, 28 Nov 2011 15:42:00 +00002011-11-28T10:42:42.257-05:00I double dog dare you to read this and not be moved: ZuZu's Petalshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/lf2Ew7le4pI/words-of-wisdom-from-my-amazing_28.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/lf2Ew7le4pI" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/11/words-of-wisdom-from-my-amazing_28.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-4170291547292355106Mon, 28 Nov 2011 01:09:00 +00002011-11-27T20:09:17.412-05:00Slowly sinking into the past, like the Wicked Witch of the West, is the woman who started this blog a few years ago. I've missed the connection with my blogging buddies, though. I try to follow your posts to let you know I've not abandoned you altogether. So much has changed. So many journeys. So easy to let go of what can be termed peripheral since I've switched my focus to the mundane. Maybe Ihttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/jvX-IaO9A68/im-melting-or-maybe-just-morphing.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/jvX-IaO9A68" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-melting-or-maybe-just-morphing.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-2727586651289461880Sun, 30 Oct 2011 16:01:00 +00002011-10-30T12:01:25.112-04:00My talented, successful, kind, loving, generous, inspirational, unique and exceptional daughter is beginning yet another chapter in her creative life works. If the crafts are part of your joy, she's someone you need to connect with. If you just love the power of positive thinking, she's still the someone you need to connect with. Drumroll, please.... Here's Margot Potter: Hello Crafty Compadreshttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/L5RnQK2G3xo/nepotism-and-proud-of-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/L5RnQK2G3xo" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/nepotism-and-proud-of-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-5682764476016398326Fri, 21 Oct 2011 15:20:00 +00002011-10-21T11:20:47.802-04:00 Woman One: I was watching a program about abuse a couple of nights ago and saw a segment that hit me right between the eyes. The segment dealt with how a husband exerted domination by expecting his wife to call at various times to establish where she was and what she was doing. You understood this from the first when I was calling him. I believed it was because he was concerned about me rather http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/aSCfggZss1I/between-friends.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)6<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/aSCfggZss1I" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/between-friends.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-4544190300369621242Mon, 03 Oct 2011 14:02:00 +00002011-10-03T10:23:05.135-04:00"We can't all, and some of us don't. That's all there is." —Eeyore, Winnie The Pooh Happiness is a choice. That dogmatic phrase is regularly regurgitated in commentary, advice, and encouragement. But, is it really? Or, is it a biological accident enjoyed by those whose genetic recipe includes large doses of serotonin, endorphins, and dopamine? Whatever it is, some of us are Pooh, some of us are http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/kuwKTDtaCrw/eeyore-syndrome.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)7<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/kuwKTDtaCrw" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/10/eeyore-syndrome.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-7800539027750979899Tue, 27 Sep 2011 13:25:00 +00002011-09-27T09:25:42.738-04:00Tattered and frayed, it caught my eye as it fluttered over the electric wires.  Black against the morning sky, heading, perhaps, for the solitary comfort of it's final rest.  There was no weakness in it's flight, just a soft determined purpose.  Does it have the time to choose?http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/fFfNPB14jHg/approaching-end.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/fFfNPB14jHg" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/09/approaching-end.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-9077128977855459709Sun, 04 Sep 2011 13:56:00 +00002011-09-04T10:44:25.396-04:007:00 a.m. and I'm wide awake every morning... except for today. I awoke a few minutes before 9:00 a.m. to the aroma of coffee sitting on the nightstand next to me and more light in the room than should be there.      I had been dreaming, a prolonged, disjointed, somewhat happy/sad dream. Now, most of the details are faded and sitting on the fringes of my memory. From a soft fog of blurred http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/5RpxHTPv2Ck/life-is-just-dream.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/5RpxHTPv2Ck" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-just-dream.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-5152426079213763064Sun, 24 Jul 2011 17:13:00 +00002011-07-24T13:14:18.059-04:00Friday I had lunch with his daughter. In the two years since his death, she's grown from a little girl to a young woman. Her life has gotten so much harder. She lives with her mother now. I don't know her mother. I do know that her mother lost custody of her to my friend when this little girl was barely more than a baby. In that time her mother fought her demons. Made some bad choices. Made some http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/jNy1IQV_Mzg/you-dont-always-get-what-you-want.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/jNy1IQV_Mzg" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/07/you-dont-always-get-what-you-want.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-6330765251393549840Wed, 13 Jul 2011 14:59:00 +00002011-07-13T10:59:11.199-04:00We're both past our physical prime. We both work. The house was getting mustier and dustier. We both felt it was time to hire a cleaning service.      Yesterday, Maria and Brenda - a delightful mother-daughter team - bounced joyfully through the front door, fussed over the dog (who ate it up like peanut butter treats), and went to work on a 4-hour marathon initial deep-cleaning.      They worked http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/_WsmyQhYxIo/unexpected-twist.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/_WsmyQhYxIo" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/07/unexpected-twist.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-1543270438478209543Wed, 15 Jun 2011 21:47:00 +00002011-06-15T18:26:56.374-04:00Usually I toss junk my mail into the recycle bin. Yesterday, however, I stopped and look through the little quarterly newsletter my mortgage broker sends me. This little entry make me giggle. Hope it does the same for you. The "Are You Ready To Be A Mother?" Test 1. MESS TEST: Smear peanut butter on the sofa and curtains. Now rub your hands in the wet flower bed and then rub on the walls. Cover http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/FEXym_lqPG8/junk-mail-find.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)6<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/FEXym_lqPG8" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/junk-mail-find.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-8590549119745868525Thu, 09 Jun 2011 13:11:00 +00002011-06-09T10:23:38.092-04:00Routine is my homage to sanity. Every morning, regardless of weather, I walk with Thelma. Together, we travel the exact same route. She stops at familiar scent repositories and inhales the new messages. We take mild notice of random changes in the neighborhood. Say hello to those we meet along the way. Turn around at the the empty lot where the builder ran out of money when the real estate markethttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/E_h8sQa5qqM/routine-enlightenment.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/E_h8sQa5qqM" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/routine-enlightenment.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-460182123056549833Tue, 07 Jun 2011 13:18:00 +00002011-06-07T09:30:00.871-04:00Perhaps using "stream of consciousness" will kickstart my stalled blogging. Not a morning goes by that I don't wish to write something here. I open the blogging post window. Stare at the empty white box. Think about what might I put there. Close the empty white box. Nothing.      Today, here is the story I decided wasn't worthy. I'm writing it anyway.      Yesterday afternoon, when I came back http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/HMX1j7Sm5nE/perhaps-using-stream-of-consciousness.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/HMX1j7Sm5nE" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/perhaps-using-stream-of-consciousness.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-252142272097820231Wed, 01 Jun 2011 14:09:00 +00002011-06-01T18:16:34.880-04:00So I get a 10 x 12 inch white envelope from WF in the mail yesterday. It's hand addressed to me. I bet you're thinking the same thing I was when I started to open it – the invoice was inside. Well, you'd be wrong too. There was no cover letter; no personal note of any kind. John sent me a 14-pg. photocopy of their 2010 Important Information Regarding Your Accounts booklet. After reading it, I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/WtLz5ZBxAZ4/and-answer-is-drumroll-please.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)6<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/WtLz5ZBxAZ4" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-answer-is-drumroll-please.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-4568016895286671351Wed, 25 May 2011 14:12:00 +00002011-05-25T11:51:31.430-04:00WTF finally put a human being on the phone with me this morning after telling me that my Advisor was not in, and her assistant had stepped out. "Would I like to leave a message," asked the receptionist. I could hear the little fear quiver in her voice.      "No, I did that yesterday and no one returned my call. I want to speak with someone right now."      "There's no one here that can help you,"http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/5VK8Sfnq55g/gotta-laugh-so-i-dont-scream.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)3<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/5VK8Sfnq55g" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/05/gotta-laugh-so-i-dont-scream.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-197259830347904031Tue, 24 May 2011 14:27:00 +00002011-05-24T10:59:53.855-04:00Is it just me, or has the banking industry turned into a bunch of gangsters, hooligans, con-artists and pick-pockets?      That's a rhetorical question. Of course they have! Why this diatribe? Here's the latest money grab from a bank now owned by a company who's initials are WF (maybe should be WTF!).      I have a very small inheritance of stocks from my mother's estate. Yesterday, I get a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/wGMOQAn7nJw/get-your-hand-out-of-my-pocket.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/wGMOQAn7nJw" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/05/get-your-hand-out-of-my-pocket.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-6255668694006222134Mon, 16 May 2011 13:18:00 +00002011-05-16T09:18:37.207-04:00Lonely Stranger Eric Clapton I must be invisible;
 No one knows me.
 I have crawled down dead-end streets
 On my hands and knees.

 I was born with a ragin' thirst, A hunger to be free,
 But I've learned through the years. Don't encourage me.

 'Cause I'm a lonely stranger here,
 Well beyond my day.
 And I don't know what's goin' on, 
So I'll be on my way.

 When I walk, stay behind;
 Don't http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/fNhY01a06w4/dont-let-me-go-dont-make-me-stay.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)5<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/fNhY01a06w4" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-let-me-go-dont-make-me-stay.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-5027183360036755415Mon, 25 Apr 2011 21:12:00 +00002011-04-25T18:21:19.393-04:00If I spoke in whistles and chirps,      would I sound like a song bird or a crow? Would it change with the weather in my spirit,      or the tides of love's ebb and flow? If I did it at this very moment,      would I sound like a song bird or a crow? Maybe I'll try it tomorrow.      Today, I prefer not to know. Painting by Joseph Jannsens de Waerebeke, Belgian artist  - born 1854- died 1930http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/TAdviYRwS9s/how-would-i-sound.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)4<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/TAdviYRwS9s" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-would-i-sound.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-7532262036818307133Wed, 20 Apr 2011 13:19:00 +00002011-04-20T09:19:51.337-04:00This link was posted on "Tales of Extraordinary Ordinariness".  Thank you Suzy. Few if any blogs I've read are more compelling than this: Blood Red Life How to recover joy? How to rescue yourself? So many lead lives of "quiet desperation."http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/YbwNWDVFs5I/living-someone-elses-doctrine.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/YbwNWDVFs5I" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/04/living-someone-elses-doctrine.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059336292983381958.post-4255713031563869065Tue, 12 Apr 2011 13:16:00 +00002011-04-12T09:16:54.973-04:00She called my name on a morning when the last thing I wanted to do was break out of my cloud of self-pity and small talk with a neighbor. I turned, forced a smile and said hello. Her eyes looked so pained as she crossed the street to greet my little dog.           "How are you," I asked hoping for a short answer and quick break back to my own thoughts.           "Things are good with me," she http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~3/MYIhe0Y0VUA/chance-encounter.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Sharon)11<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/zbvy/~4/MYIhe0Y0VUA" height="1" width="1"/>http://mercurialwoman.blogspot.com/2011/04/chance-encounter.html