Monday, September 14, 2009
Lunch with a "friend."
Sometimes a friend will say a thing so unfeeling, so fundamentally self-centered and stupid your mind goes blank, staggering and stunned in a frozen wasteland. Having no idea how deeply her verbal arrow has pierced you, how it has literally stopped your mind, she may drum her fingers impatiently...
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Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Lady in Red...
Everybody turned to take a second look as she walked from booth to booth at the Goshen farmer's market. Chatting graciously, smiling just enough, tilting her head slightly to listen, she was a woman of a certain age who'd mastered the fine art of mingling graciously. In the jeans and tee-shirts...
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
Scones, Ceramic Dinosaurs and Fresh Green Stories
Huge juicy peaches are at their peak these days, but the farmers are only selling them by the half-bushel, and I could only eat two before they all went to mush. I have no intention of canning, pie-baking or boiling jam. But they look and smell heavenly. The Queen's scones -- Brit style flavored of...
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Friday, September 11, 2009
Put me in, Coach... I'm ready to play.
On Sunday Jean showed up at the library, and we had a nice conversation once we changed the subject from her dangerous nephew. He'd been there earlier, pacing the floor and muttering to himself, but left half an hour before she arrived. He looks fierce and angry. She said she's got a laptop, but...
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
Something's wrong...
The Write Place group meets next Thursday, tomorrow's my deadline for five pages to share with them. But I've come to a screeching halt. It's not just because I think they're stupid. I mean, a couple of them are brilliant. But the one guy's just looking for fans, for a new forum to talk about his...
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Homesick...
The slow swish of the Pacific surf like a mother’s heartbeat faintly echoes across two thousand miles, to this so-called heartland this province of the moral majority. It underscores the chill rattle of unharvested dried up cornfields, tornado-warned province of blind centrist assumptions. My crab...
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Monday, September 7, 2009
No more Shhhh! This ain't your grandma's library...
The grannie philosophers are holding a lively meeting in the used bookstore/coffee shop called Carnegie's after Dale Carnegie who donated the initial funding to build this library 100 years ago. A psych teacher from the local college is grading tests because the library provides a getaway from his...
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Sunday, September 6, 2009
Drifters from Xenon, once upon a time...
Some scientists believe that aliens who eventually invade earth will be microbic, or at least very small. Some think they do not seek world domination, but their own survival. I got to thinking about this one day... From Xenon the drifters began a long journey through emptiness, dark matter,...
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Friday, September 4, 2009
The Widow's Lunch, part 2
continued Karen had cooked way too much as usual. Couldn’t quite get the hang of cooking for one. She filled a plate and carried it to the dining room table. Thinking of Josef as she took a sip of coffee, she picked up her fork. He’d been a good man, had faults like any other, but so good to her....
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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
It's a lovely day in the neighborhood... oops... I mean, "Sunny day,
We're sweeping the clouds away... (happy tune goes on for a while) Can you tell me how to get... how to get to Sesame Street?" Forty years! I watched the Daytime Emmys -- well bits and pieces of them -- and one production number featured the cast of Sesame Street. It was eerie to see the puppeteer...
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