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Thursday, May 7, 2020

Evening report

The wind is up tonight, and Embers is cuddling warm beside me. The parakeets have retired for the night, the fish tank babbles like the woodland brook. I cleaned the birdcage around 7am yesterday, and one of the 'keets got out. The cage has a couple of big doors, no other way to get into it, but usually they fluster over to the other side. I closed Embers into the bedroom and got out the bird net--much like a butterfly net--and looked around at all the high places... and nearly stepped on him,... Sign in to see full entry.

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It helps to ask...

This week a new thing happened. For me, that is... luckily it isn't the first time ever, or no one could have wised me up about it. As it turns out, my friend from high school who currently lives within a few miles of here--her grandmother had it, and she knew where to send me for information. This is what I've learned: It's called 'trigger finger.' It's a tendon thing affecting the long tendon that runs from arm to hand, down the ring finger. Sometimes it's the thumb, but most often the ring... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 6, 2020

A Mother's Day anthem

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mdN1U9NvuIc&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR1Oa5olZdnYMchGmQNFG6g0ArZwFhp8NnpHdixJkeQYuy28K8UD1HP7fBk I am bones and I am skin I am home, where life begins I’ve started wars, I’ve given peace Across the ocean, I carry the seed I’m your lover I’m your mother I’m Your sister I’m your daughter When Kings fall to their knees They Sing a woman’s song When birds scream in the trees They Sing a woman’s song The sunrise in the east Sings a woman’s song Every Heart that beats... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 2, 2020

Sometimes English is confusing.

Saturday again, already? This brings up an editorial question that always hits me like bottoming out on a smooth road that has a sudden rough spot. It is mostly about reading, but can also come up in speech, through tonality/emphasis shifts. Already, always, alright... 'Already' has not quite the same meaning or usage as 'all ready.' Both work in their proper places. Likewise, 'always' and 'all ways.' I have trouble with 'alright' which is used as 'ok' but never looks right to me, though the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 30, 2020

Rock-a-bye Bird House...

Maybe you recall the little bird house I've had near 20 years now, that has hung on the deck above the driveway since I moved in here...? There was that one time, the second year of the doves, that some small birds actually occupied it! Finches maybe. Then while I was away last October, mighty winds such as we get here in Colorado Springs from time to time blew it off its hook and down to the windshield of the truck. The windshield was cracked thoroughly, and after a little repair, Charlie put... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Great day for the gardening!

It is lovely and warm, probably up into the low 80s F they say for the high today and tomorrow! Rains over the weekend... maybe big, thunderin' stuff, but hail won't hurt the dirt. The back porch is cleaned up and prepped for use, all the old pots and odd bits o' stuff cleaned up, and soil stirred. I am making some fertilizing agents: coffee grounds, powdered egg shell, and kitchen compost stuff. I have empty lidded plastic bins that my cat litter comes in, that Charlie is drilling holes in, and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 27, 2020

Flash Fiction

The challenge was to do a quick, short write based on a couple of photos: a black and white image of a tall youngish man and short, older woman appearing to say goodbyes in a place like Grand Central Station maybe in the 1950s; a display of completed Heathkit electronics. Both are historic, dated 1964. Here's mine: "You know I'm going to miss you, but you have no idea how much!" "Yes, I know, and I know how much. But I can't stay with you forever, you know this, too. I have to go out into the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Another Monday

The nights are getting warmer, the windows are open, and last night I delighted in hearing a single bird singing out its farewell to the day, clear and bright as can be! I could see it, perched at the very top of an old blue spruce across the street. I sent a pm to Charlie who lives next door, and he was hearing it too. It was a good moment. It was like those nights you look up at a brilliant moon and know that across the continent, someone you love is looking at the same moon, too. This morning... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 26, 2020

Good things sometimes look like bad things.

Okay... adding another twist to the isolation game: My tv remote has ceased to function. Yes, I changed the batteries, to no avail. I turned the tv on... and now I can't even turn it off, let alone tune into my channels/apps. There's a replacement on order that promises to arrive by Friday. Okay. So, a few days without tv... I can live with that, I have before, but I am no longer used to it. I am Spoiled. One more means of escaping the tedium of boredom, out of reach. One might even say, truly... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 24, 2020

and another thing...

The yearning to return to 'normal' is, maybe, a kind of emotional reflex, the yearning to 'go home again.' But 'home' was never how we recall it in our fantasies, and who we are now is not who we were then. We can own this, and make a better home, a better 'normal' than the one that actually brought us to where we are now. Sign in to see full entry.

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