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Looking Out While In
Working by 4:30 a.m. yesterday, phew, but didn’t roll into my chair until nearly 6 a.m. today. I had to take Wednesday off for surgery on one of my front teeth thus I needed to catch up on tasks yesterday so I worked 10 hours. Today I can take it…
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Angel Blocked
Why, yes! It HAS been a while. That’s the great thing about writing a blog with which you have no intention of making money nor any care of whether it’s being read or not. Consistency? Meh. “These are the times that try (hu)man’s souls.” ~ Thomas Paine I was lying…
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Whipped
“All are welcome, all are welcome!” I say that line from Poltergeist as I look out my office window at the birds that peck at the pretty white feeder I bought this time last year at the chicken store where I worked. (Run on No. 1!) I loved that place.…
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Jolly
Trapped! I tell you! Barricaded in a London Hilton with no means of escape without threat! Not by any humans or nefarious beasts, mind you, rather by the brutality of the rain. Which you jolly well know I love. So, yeah, joking. In fact, I hope to run into nefarious…
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Cyclical
It’s a good thing that it’s only the mental scars that carry over from one generation to the next, otherwise we’d all be wildly unappealing in appearance. Yet, if the external ugliness did carry over, I wonder if we would then better accept it and find beauty in each other…
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In Defense of Flies
It whirls its way back just far enough to pick up momentum and throw itself against the window . . . again . . . futilely smashing it’s black body into the pane. I’ll need to kill it, I know. Or maybe I’ll just try to guide it to the…
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Dogs Thwarting Death
My shin has nearly stopped itching . . . and after only four weeks. It’s not the Edenpure‘s fault. I love that thing and it kept my dad warm when his circulation had slowed. No, it’s my fault for leaving it in the sunroom, in the path to the back…
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Curiously Pensive
Perhaps the finality of our earthly existence is not how many heartbeats or how many breaths we take, and not even the moments that take our breath away. Rather its how our brain and our heart are married to each moment. Perhaps life — how we lived, when we get…
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Soul
Brandy got embarrassed. She was our beautiful and sweet Airedale terrier. She was graceful and elegant, and she loved my dad more than life. And Brandy smiled when she was embarrassed. I remember her not quite jumping high enough to clear a low fence and occasionally stumbling when we were…
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Aging and the Antichrist
I’m hanging with Mom again, working from my childhood home for the week to help her out and to just be here for anything she needs. There are no excuses for the indefensible acts carried out by corrupt priests. As my mom has always said, “There are popes in hell.”…
At Least They're Committed 