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Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Well, dammit!

Yesterday I could not think of a single topic to post here. No little merry sunshine ideas to help us all get through the challenges we are facing. No useful thoughts about how to hunker down and manage the holiday season, although now would be a good time to get your covid, flu & other shots before... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 17, 2024

Old Dan and Rosie

Old Dan was a plow horse, going on nine years of age, which was the age of respectability on the farm. He'd pulled the plow in the Missus' garden from the time he was barely a colt. He knew the lady's pattern and could have done the job by himself if there'd been a way to hold the plow steady and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 16, 2024

Robert Burns, poet

Mama used to quote the Scots poet she called Robbie Burns, one line I remember hearing her say - perhaps aloud to herself, perhaps for the benefit of her children - was this one. "The best-laid plans of mice and men gang aft aglay." She didn't bother to make it easier for our uneducated ears to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 15, 2024

Workmates

In the summer of 1960, I went to work for the physical plant department at SIUE. This was on the Alton campus - the former Shurtleff women's college. The state had just purchased a 2,600-acre plot of ground near Edwardsville on which to build a state university. My job was to be the office... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 14, 2024

The Epidemic

In the summer of 1951 or 1952, there was a polio epidemic in this country. At that time it was thought the virus was in the water of the swimming hole where the kids from our village played. Or it was in fruit that had fallen from the tree or spread by anyone who sneezed. One boy in our village... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 13, 2024

I'm Over It!

Whatever bee was in my bonnet yesterday about old "slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" - it has flown away this morning to aggravate someone else. Not going to let antique pissants get under my skin today. In fact, I think that may be a good idea for peace and contentment in today's world:... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Insult to Injury

My ex married his 2nd wife (later he described this as the biggest mistake he ever made) at a chapel in the town of Silver Dollar City, MO. This was a few months after our divorce, a hurry up there's a baby coming wedding far out of town. That destination had been where we had honeymooned shortly... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 11, 2024

(Not so) Surprising

I don't read the ads that pop up between games of Solitaire here on my PC. Usually. But today I saw an article/ad about Kohl's department store, which has a store in the shopping center near me. It says Kohl's gives a 15% discount to all customers who are 60 years old or older - but they have to ask... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 10, 2024

1950: The Way It Was

In Salkum, the mountain foothill village where I grew up, there was a general store/post office where we picked up our mail and shopped for food we didn't grow ourselves. We looked forward to receiving the Sears Roebuck catalog every summer, where we could pick out our school clothes and Mama could... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 9, 2024

Procrastination as an Art Form

Madame Crankybritches woke up this morning with a clear vision of what she wanted to accomplish. Priority #1 of course was coffee -- and not a bland, tasteless cup of decaf, but a strong and bitter cup of the darkest roast she had in her pantry - Peets. She set the coffeemaker to work while she... Sign in to see full entry.

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