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I’ll Do the Talking
“It said it might rain this afternoon,” I say with hope. “Let us pray, and we’ll just keep watering you regardless.” Standing near the border of the land, I stare at the patch of spruce before me. D comes up behind me with a bucket of water from emptying his…
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Let’s Get Real . . . I Mean Really Real
Good Lord! Why do I stumble upon these things on social media? I really try to avoid it and, really, social media in general. But as soon as someone I care about posts a puppy pic, something charges in afterward. ‘You neeeed to see this! Here are your heroes!’ Oh,…
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Enlightenment
I’ll pay for that, but how could I help it? Again, I am lame, gingerly taking steps to heal myself — or not taking steps as it were. I vowed before our arrival to resist the lure of the creek that’s actually a river or at least a large stream,…
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Boaring in the Mountains
I weave my fingers together, pressing both palms out in an attempt to crack my knuckles, that is, if they would actually crack. Still, it’s a good stretch. Let’s do this . . . How long since I’ve blogged? Don’t know; don’t care. I think I’ve been to the mountain…
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Herald the Ass
What a strange year this has been. We’re in a lovely neighborhood — a cluster of well-to-do-ish folks, nestled in the center of natives who have lived, worked, and poured (yes, poured, not pored) their lives out into this farmland for generations. In the move, I realized I needed new…
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Beyond Belief
I at last have a smidgen of time to myself because the Steelers are losing mightily (take that, Aaron Rodgers) so the TV is turned off and the rest of my family is sorting through documents or taking a much-needed sauna. Thus, since grandson D4 is obsessed with all things…
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What Keeps Me Up at Night
Six hours and five (forced) minutes. Poor. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes. So bad it’s not even rated. According to my Fitbit, I don’t sleep well. My brain and body agree. But a curious thing happened a few days back: The Fitbit gave me an extra hour after-the-fact, as in…
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The Only One Not Naked
You know those dreams where you’re out in public and realize you’re not wearing pants? Or maybe you are topless and your boobs (male or female) are hanging out? You’re pretty sure that’s not OK, but it’s confusing to you. Last night was not one of those dreams. In my…
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Be Good
The ball of my right hand is starting to swell, the flesh bright red. Great. All that from attempting to open the door to the small microwave I had ordered for the basement. Yes, we’re 60+ and ‘living in our mother’s basement.’ I have a space that I’m setting up…
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