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Power of Prayer . . . and Enlightenment
Dear God, That was quite the lesson. I haven’t been on here for a while and for good reason. One of the babies, Baby D, well, it’s no exaggeration to say his recovery has been miraculous and that the day of his birth and the subsequent month brought more terror…
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Don’t look back
There is a Lot to talk about these days. Another REM song now pops into mind, ♪♪♪ It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.♪♪♪ That’s not entirely accurate I suppose. I’m probably not fine. I’m just at a loss for understanding the depth…
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Right
My last post on here celebrated an upcoming girl’s day out with Ellen. As expected, it was a great time and we vowed next time to wear fancy hats to tea and tarot! But there won’t be a next time because Ellen died. I’m devastated and confused and a little…
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Tea and Tarot
Ellen and I are going to tea and tarot on Friday. I’m so excited! The house will be on the market soon after and I’ll be gearing up to go to the AI conference in Cleveland and since Brian lives there we’ll find a way to catch up. Seems like…
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Interesting
The way I heard it was, “May you lead an interesting life.” It was a Chinese curse, I was told, but researching it now it really has no historical basis. It was allegedly translated into “May you live in interesting times,” which is an English curse. Interesting of course meaning…
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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…
At Least They're Committed 