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Bonk! – I almost ran into a tree. My car radio was on and the local nudist camp was advertising “Hippyfest.” They’ve never advertised there. Hippyfest is running this weekend with drum circles, yoga and a host of other activities. … Continue reading
This morning my Starbucks mocha was only about two-thirds full. That happens when the barista puts too much foam on top and it fizzes out. If I get it with flat foam I feel cheated. It’s not a buck a … Continue reading
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Finally! – I picked a few cherry tomatoes last week but my 4th of July tomatoes came in on the 16th. They rarely ripen by the 4th but that’s OK. I’m getting slower in my old age too. Fresh picked … Continue reading
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Alternate title: A hypochondriac in the age of corona virus. Life was going well until Saturday when I ran into a kerfuffle. I developed a shooting pain down my leg. I was able to walk it off and all was … Continue reading
Ever since forever Sunday evenings have always been a reflective time for me (and by reflective I mean sad). It goes back to when I was in school. It wasn’t a “darn I have to go back to school, work, … Continue reading
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Since the ability to observe bizarre human behavior isn’t available I’m drawing from my family. We have a little bit of crazy there. Say what? – My sister-in-law wrote her obituary recently. She’s been involved in a lot of organizations … Continue reading
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Inspiration — With all this time on my hands, the random thoughts should be expanded but that’s not how it works. It takes interactions to get the good topics. With this lock-down I’m spending all my time with the beloved … Continue reading
This is still a sad house after the loss of Mollie. I wrote this in 2015 after I lost Jake but I needed to remind myself that grief is a journey and not a sprint. Some of the references date … Continue reading
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A brainstorm! – As I was listening to the traffic report on the radio, I realized there isn’t any. Nothing to report. No accidents. No jams. No nothing. I wish they would change that to a people traffic report. It … Continue reading
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When I first moved to this neighborhood 18 years ago, there was a woman who walked early every morning. I’d see her on the drive to work. That wouldn’t be unusual except she was. She was short and slim with … Continue reading
