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Friday, September 20, 2013

A Woman's Heart

The people who hang out at the Community Center are mostly Euro-Americans, the kind of hard-working folks who've made it thus far by keeping on in the face of adversity. Veterans of old wars, women with surgical scars, cancer survivors, mothers who've lost their daughters, husbands now widowed. Good... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 19, 2013

The end of Gengulphus...

long story short, he got back from the Holy Land, went to pieces (with a bit of help from his faithless slut of a merrie widowe and a foppish young clerk), pulled himself together and ended up on the dinner table, reviewed by all manner of high officials and princes. Nobody could recognize the face,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Gengulphus, part II

Then oh! what rapture, what joy was exprest, When 'poor dear Gengulphus' at last appear'd! She kiss'd and she press'd 'the dear man' to her breast, In spite of his great, long, frizzly beard. Such hugging and squeezing! 'twas almost unpleasing, A smile on her lip and a tear in her eye; She was so... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

A Lay of St. Gengulphus

Gengulphus comes from the Holy Land, With his scrip, and his bottle, and sandal shoon; Full many a day hath he been away, Yet his lady deems him return'd full soon. Full many a day hath he been away, Yet scarce had he cross'd ayont the sea, Ere a spruce young spark of a Learned Clerk Had call'd on... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, September 16, 2013

I found a book published in 1840

It was a book of nonsense poetry the asking price was a mere five simoleons I thought it was fair and paid it over then. Tomorow I'll copy off a verse or two and early early I'll share it with you for Tuesday's my day at the Center, you see and so that's where I'm planning to be. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sergeant Meg and the importance of pink

As a favor to Meg, our Library Volunteers Coordinator, I update the schedule of volunteers from time to time. It's a table set up like a week's calendar page, with a column for each day of the week, and rows set up by time of day. The Monday-Friday columns are set up in two-hour shifts. So if Mary... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, September 15, 2013

Adult Onset ADHD...

I think I may have it. I catch my mind wandering in the midst of a conversation, leaping away like a kid hopping stones across a creek. I hear the same old complaints from the same old friends as we chat over coffee, and suddenly my mind is elsewhere. And sometimes it really kicks in when they've... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, September 14, 2013

Row, row, row your boat

Persistently we pray for peace and a pause for patient thought and human concern, for recovery and building back, because mere motion seems the lesson we have learned. So many lifeless planets circumnavigate our known universe, accelerating through space and time away from the singularity. Like them... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, September 13, 2013

Blanche and Cringe...

Long time bloggers will recognize these words as names of former Blogitville residents. Cringe was a bright Irish girl, recently moved to New Jersey from across the pond, settling in with her two little girls, getting to know her American inlaws, finding a job. She gave us a look at stuff we take... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 12, 2013

Mouse in the corncrib

On Sam and Ethel's farm they had a corncrib in the barn. It was mostly unused by the time I came to live there as a foster kid in the '47-48 school year. It had been useful storage in the years before grain trucks stood by as the giant combine reaped the crop and hauled the corn to the mill straight... Sign in to see full entry.

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