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  • Boaring in the Mountains

    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 home three times between writings… Read more

  • Herald the Ass

    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 sheets. Gosh, silk sheets are… Read more

  • Beyond Belief

    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 creepy (my fault), I remembered… Read more

  • What Keeps Me Up at Night

    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 when I looked at my… Read more

  • The Only One Not Naked

    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 sleeping state, I realized I… Read more

  • Be Good

    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 as my office where I… Read more