Thursday, March 29, 2018
Oh Boy
Opening Day at the Kauffman Stadium, the Kansas City Royals baseball team's home turf. It's busy, busy with activity, fun and happy fans. Cooking from the tailgates is going strong, and even though I am squatting at home I think the pleasant aromas are floating clear across the river and up the hill...
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Wednesday, March 28, 2018
Movement
You wouldn't believe how difficult it was for me to get out of bed this morning--not because I was sleepy, or lazy, not because there was a lion in the streets, but because every time I moved any part of me a screech would emanate from my depths and I would cease all movement and clutch the pillow...
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Monday, March 26, 2018
Dreamy Santorini
A man thinks a woman has nothing to do when she is home alone. He does not understand that home alone is a haven from the outside world, and a place that a woman loves, where her interests lie, and her imagination soars. It is a place that always needs something done or a place to rest from doing....
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Sunday, March 25, 2018
Nine Days
It is becoming a habit for me to spend my time doing things other than writing. What troubles me is that I am not missing it. I am missing Blogit friends, but I'm not missing the chore of writing. Dotage is making an eremite of me. Never in my life have I ever thought of writing as a "chore" until...
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Thursday, March 15, 2018
As If He Didn't Have A Thing To Do
"The nerve of some people's kids!" my mother used to say in a voice of complete disgust. She would be saying it now if she were still alive and her sister, my Aunt Bess, would be saying a whole lot more in an even more vehement way. Ribcage has taken over for them. But in a case like this, words...
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