Aliens and Ferris Wheels

Changed my" vision statement" a few days ago-- thinking about the DFO's in Australia- direct factory outlets- huge malls, no thrills, no extras, bare bone retailing--- Nothing special, what you see is what you get--- -- you know, they know, their purpose-- no hidden agenda--- Had to remind myself what my blogging is about--and I liked those initials-- DFO---Direct Freaking Outlet--that's why I started and why I continue-- if it sounds like I'm freaking out at times, oh well, you're just along for the ride, it's my ride, get off if it makes you dizzy---
About aliens-- if you have to ask if you're in the same "club" , you're not----it's unspoken, like aliens living in a human world, going about their business, until they encounter another alien, there is a telepathic awareness of their unique connection--I'm sure Mikki knows we walk the same path, but ultimately separate, and enter different doors-- I have Frank and she has her sons, the issues and complexities are vastly different-- not more nor less, just different--- and unlike the death of a parent, though heartbreaking and painful, we always expected the ride to end based on when the ride began, there is a natural order, an" it's our turn" mentality--- the problem is when the ride stops too soon---