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

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Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Flower Children, Music, Peace

When I was pulling together ideasfor yesterday’s Blogit post the first draft was on politics and the absolute cockleburr in chief. Yikes! Seems to me most of us are getting really tired of reading about the escalating insanity of D.C. politics, so after I finished my brilliant rant built on the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Love's Old Sweet Song

Just a song at twilight, when the lights are low when the flick’ring shadows softly come and go Tho’ the night be weary sad the day and long still to us at twilight come’s love’s old song Comes love’s old sweet song * * * Once in a while, won’t you give one little thought to me though someone else... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Value Added

I haven’t always been the soul of patience, nor one who could think before she speaks. There’ve been times when the sharp retort and hasty temper left me wishing I could bite my tongue. Nobody who knew me on the job in my earlier years would tell you that I was a merry little ray of sunshine and a... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

The Academic

When Abdel showed up for the Write Your Own Story group a week ago, the girls looked at one another with eye rolls and raised brows. When he took a short bathroom break they told me to get rid of him. We don’t need any men in this group. We’d begun to have some frank and revealing personal... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 26, 2017

At The Center

Moving On A woman named Lynne has been leading the Tuesday a.m. meditation group for the past couple of months. Started out with five or six ‘regulars’ and as folks took the word home another five or six newbies began to attend. They learn these techniques for centering and settling, of becoming... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Kids say...

Rose was 3 or 4 when she overheard Gma Lucy talking to Mom about Satan's tricks, and asked who Satan was. So Mom sat her down on the top step on the back porch to explain that Satan had once been the best angel in heaven, sitting at the right hand of God and a friend to all. But then, Mom said, he... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Comparison Shopping

Note: this post contains adult matter. There was a time, back in the late ‘70s or early ‘80s when I worked in an economic development offshoot of the Geography department. I had been divorced from Fang for a few years when one of the Geography profs (Charles) asked me if I were “dateable.” He was... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Hats

If you come across street scenes or photos from the ‘20s, you’ll notice a couple things about the folks in them. For one thing, they are slim, maybe even downright skinny. Perhaps it’s because it took more work to keep going day-by-day, fewer power gadgets like washer-dryers, electric mixers, etc.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 22, 2017

It's the money, stupid...

Perhaps this political year is no crazier than earlier ones, but it seems much worse to me. I am thankful the stress level has gone down since Air Force One went wheels up and the White House entourage headed way east a few days ago With no hostile tweets to re-hash the anxiety vibes broadcast by... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Whistling Past the Graveyard

My son lives across from the Sunset Hills Cemetery. ( “Sunset Hills:” isn’t that a fantastic name for a cemetery?) It was no doubt coincidental, set up as it was on high ground to the west of the town of Mundane. Any driver on that roadway in the late afternoon rush hour gets a blinding display of... Sign in to see full entry.

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