Apparently, There’s A Moose In My House

Writing this while babysitting Jonah (age eight) after a stirring game of THERE’S A MOOSE IN MY HOUSE.
I’d never played before but it was incredibly fun –– although slightly confusing at first –– and I’m very proud to say at the end, I had two fewer moose and triumphed.
Today I have been deeply, deeply immersed in the last six hours of my coaching program with David Neagle, one which I have found remarkably brilliant.  I’m not sure if this guy is also reading Abraham and Bashar besides the Napoleon Hill and Wallace Wattles, but his take on manifesting and abundance is so similar –– but with the amount of additional practical info + a little kick-your ass attitude that’s just right for me.
A very house-bound day, except for a short trip towards the shore — which confused Belle a bit since there was no beach walk but water in sight — so I could do a few baby pull-ups (by far my weakest physical exercise;  I can do push-ups until the END OF TIME but pull-ups are torture).  Here’s the photo of the outdoor course near the water were I began my disciplined, even heroic, but unimpressive attempt today:
And now, having read a chapter of HARRY POTTER aloud to Jonah, I’m finishing this blog, reading the transcripts of the David Neagle lectures, the rest of INSPIRATION SANDWICH (although I did renew it online), and the chapter about my type in THE SPIRITUAL DIMENSIONS OF THE ENNEAGRAM by Sandra Maitri entitled, “Type-Eight:  Ego-Revenge.”
(It’s a doubly good thing, I guess, that I won fair and square at Moose in My House.)