Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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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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Friday, November 8, 2024

Saint Louis Blues -- W.C. Handy, composer 1914

I hate to see the evening sun go down I hate to see the evening sun go down It makes me think I'm on my last 'go round Feeling tomorrow like I feel today Feeling tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my dreams and make my get away Saint Louis woman with her diamond rings Pulls dat man around by her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 7, 2024

Thinking about the good old days this morning

Thinking about a settler's cabin on a homestead in the woods; outhouse, horse drawn plow to till enough ground to make a garden, a few chickens for eggs & meat, wood burning stove and a woodshed, with a well and a pump, a galvanized washtub and a clothesline. A storeroom stocked with home-canned... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 6, 2024

Song Lyrics from way back when

Melancholy Baby - (chorus) Come to me my melancholy baby cuddle up and don't feel blue. All your fears are foolish fancies maybe, You know dear, that I'm in love with you. Every cloud must have a silver lining, just wait until the sun shines through. Smile my honey dear, while I kiss away each tear,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 4, 2024

Fingers Crossed Monday.

This is the last day of early voting, tomorrow's the big game. Hope burns brightly for this last day or so - and fingers crossed hope is all that burns. Things I'm looking forward to -- the last obnoxious political ad, and the end of media predictions and endless blathering rallies. Not looking... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 2, 2024

Stalwart

This word came to me as I sipped my coffee. How we take for granted the everyday stalwarts who do what needs to be done every day, one step at a time. They support others, they expect no praise and sometimes are embarrassed by it. They vote. They provide a good example for children, offer help when... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 1, 2024

Lyrics from an old song:

"Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy, Oh, where have you been, Charming Billy? I have been to seek a wife, she's the joy of my life, She's a young thing and cannot leave her mother. Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy, Can she bake a cherry pie, Charming Billy? She can bake a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 31, 2024

Buddies: a story complete on this page

As they sat on the porch, ol' Mike in his wheelchair and Joe Senior in a rocker, they didn't have to say a word. When the woman they jokingly called Nurse Ratchett brought their afternoon meds, they each knew what the other was thinking with just the lift of an eyebrow. Miss Rose, as her nametag... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 30, 2024

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Colder than _______. Meaner than _______. Wiser than _______. Crooked as _______. Can't trust him as far as _______. Dumber than ______. Not the sharpest _____. Sign in to see full entry.

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