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Monday, January 18, 2010

Fear of Compliments

I haven’t heard if there is a scientific name or Latin derivative for this; if not there should be: Fear of Compliments. I’ve gotten some pretty lavish ones since I’ve been on Blogit, some saying I have a way with words, some admire my writing voice or think I probably was born with talent. Someone... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

4 Galoshes

It's been a quiet morning other than a siren (like a wasp zooming to target) which was the lit-up police car on the tail of a truck traveling down Avondale. I can see bits through the branches of trees. Oh, and also a squadron of geese passed overhead, seeming in military precision as a 'sergeant'... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Scowling at the Mystery of Life

A resentful scowl isn't nearly as cute on a hag's face as it was when I was... well, was NOT YET a hag. But the rebellious spirit seems to have survived intact all these decades. I am priming myself for the end o' year taxes stuff, (and other what-we-used-to-call 'paperwork'chores) and this time it... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 8, 2010

My Day So Far

OK, if I wait for something to write about, it'll never happen. Not writing means I'm not a writer [I've heard that said.] Another maxim for writin' good is that a person should write about what they know best, what they're nearest to--I think that's how the How to Write books put it. So... what I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Living in the good ol' days

We have a near-balmy morning out here, black though it is. Bits of mist~~what are they? Rain flakes? rain shavings? rain splinters? are suspended in air, floating more than falling. I should know better than to say this, but I'd trade with one of you having a real winter, at least for a day. Seeing... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Foolishness of the Hag

Using a breeze stiff as bristles, Mother Nature spent some time in the Northwest sweeping out the old year, and then around 2 pm she turned on the faucets--a cold drizzle. It looked and seemed like we were being slopped around by a grey mop; that was the end of my Old Man's plan for us to go... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Childish Example?

Wednesday the 23rd I loaded up my Mitzi sleigh for a quick trip down my kids' chimneys... you never saw anyone (maybe the mouse Speedy Gonzalez) work faster, both the day before and that morning. I'd sorta lost concentration and not decided on the actual day I should make the trip; then suddenly it... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Thoughts on a garbage run

The many forms of Pacific NW rain were falling, drifting and puddling all around me as I did my early bag-o'-garbage to the dumpster run. Christmas decor glowed, blinked and shone on many of the mobil homes. I know, from hearing various languages both spoken and in music) that people of several... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A Gray Sock

Out here we are socked in, and a gray sock it is. Of course I won't whine about it since we are well above freezing. It would feel nice to get out of the burrow for awhile and breathe in air so fresh it almost looks green. No one out here bothers with an umbrella, but one might keep me drier if I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

If You Give A Cat A Bath . . .

This day has been a quick start right off the - uh, start. Shouldn't have been, as Dooley Cat came in last night around 2 a.m. and yowled while sitting on my keyboard--which angered me, woke me, but I didn't do anything except turn over, and he went back outside, where he rules the cat ‘hood. Truly.... Sign in to see full entry.

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