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

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

ON A WING AND A PRAYER

Monday I stayed tucked under a light blanket, covered in sweats and robe, chilled to the bone. No appetite, sinus headache, the miseries. Oh, it’s so boring I don’t even want to think about it. What finally made me feel better, when I got up the ambition to do something, was a Tylenol and a cup of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

FREEDOM DAY –

I cannot share this with my inner circle. It’s unseemly and perhaps a bit snarky. But my first ex’s birthday in 1960, June 26, was a Friday. He arrogantly acted as his own lawyer, tried to prove me unfit and take full custody, but the judge had eyes and could see behind the mask. Joint custody,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 26, 2017

BENEFIT FOR THE BARTENDER

Went by the ATM and took out $50 – twenty for incidentals or yarn and a luxury splurge at Starbuck’s, and thirty to donate. Then, at lunch with my boys, son Rusty said he couldn’t make it to the benefit, but would I take his $20 and add it. Sure I would… The benefit was supposed to start at 4:00 –... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 25, 2017

ALAS, POOR YORICK….

I’ve been introduced to Shakespeare plays a time or two during the formal part of my educational process. But to this day, I do not claim more than a passing acquaintance with a few quotes. Jean Newton, MHS’ teacher of 11th grade English and World History, was an English war bride who came to Lewis... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, June 24, 2017

Excerpt from a letter to my sis...

Thinking of giving up my crochet hobby. I think having 200 or so crocheted hats, scarves, placemats, etc. on hand, not to mention rosettes and gew-gaws, thing-a- ma-jigs and whatchamaycallits is an ample sufficiency. This isn't counting the hundred or so I've donated to the senior center, the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, June 23, 2017

TINY BUBBLES

There’s an old song about tiny bubbles – in the wine – etc. The next line brings the idea of being happy, feeling fine. Now there are times when the crotchety kinks of elderhood make “feeling fine” a goal rather than something realized. But for the most part, the deficits have arrived over time and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, June 22, 2017

WYOS Group: Today's challenge

Bring a photo to class. Be prepared to write about it. Who, what, where, when, etc... No, it doesn't have to be a photo of yourself. Yes, it can be anything that interests you. Or, pick another topic of your choice. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

WHEN A STORM IS COMING

We usually dismiss the storm warnings for places like New Orleans and the Gulf Coast as having little or nothing to do with those of us who live 800 – 1000 miles away. And heat waves in California and Arizona, tinder dry forests and wildfires – that doesn’t seem to be our problem. Except that it is.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Story Poem

Santa Claus A wild Appaloosa stallion, sleek spotted wall of horseflesh grey as fog, is rudely roped and hauled from his free range in the Horse Heaven Hills, torn from his mares and rivals, tightly tied in a ramshackle stall next to a makeshift wire corral. God knows how far he is from home. He... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 18, 2017

GOOD MONEY?

1953 My first job out of high school was at the phone company’s accounting office in Seattle. Ma Bell paid a dime over minimum wage: $1.05 per hour. In those days waitresses made $.65 cents an hour plus one meal per shift. It was up to her to earn tips to bring her pay to minimum or more. Some did... Sign in to see full entry.

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