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Thursday, November 14, 2013

They Lied!

I've griped from time to time about my health insurance administrators. They pay slow. They duplicate the paperwork. One little well-woman checkup, one little series of routine tests, and they send "reams" of documents. But they eventually paid the hospital, the doctor, the dentist, the pharmacy.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Lotto

As always she opted for a lotto quick pick. This is the day I get lucky, she said to herself. The prize was only about four million dollars, but for a girl in her shoes, four million could make a big difference. She didn't care much for the numbers on her printed receipt: there wasn't a 42, and it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 9, 2013

Self Doubt - it's not your friend

Since I can't get my "Simon Says" brain cells up and walking this morning, maybe this is a good time to talk about Jeannie, a woman in the "Write Your Own Story" group that met at the Main Street Community Center on Thursday. The topic for the day was "favorite childhood toy." When it came her turn... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 7, 2013

New Tack for Simon Says - I don't know where it's going...

CHAPTER 5 – THE ACCUSATION Olivia, before Simon and Little Gus set off on their cowboy adventure, said she hoped he’d tell his uncle what was wrong. But after nearly three weeks, the boy hadn’t opened up. In fact, his hostility had transferred to Simon. He was playing the waiting game; if the boy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Simon Says - excerpt 2

“What happened to her, do you know? How'd she get burned so bad?” “Word is she was a kid, working in some factory in New York. Hell of a fire, killed a whole bunch a women because the management kept all the doors locked. Didn’t want the workers sneaking out or stealing things.” “Was that the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Autumn Leaves...

Song by that name, wistful and sweet, the singer is accompanied by violins. Nostalgia came upon me for the first time when I heard it on the radio in mother's kitchen. I was too young then to actually have nostalgia for bygone youth. I was a bygone youth. The falling leaves slip by my window, those... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Christmas Grinching

A) I hate the pressure to get all the details done, the commercialism, the endless round of too much to eat, too much to prepare, deadlines, kids throwing tantrums, the slippery slimy weather. B) I miss doing up the holiday when my kids were little and it made them really excited and happy. I miss... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 4, 2013

Simon Says - Excerpt

“Hello, Mr. Grimaldi,” Gus said. “Your daughter told us you might be looking for help with the harvest. Any chance I could take the job?” “And who might you be?” Aldo Grimaldi said suspiciously. He didn’t trust any young man around his daughter for two seconds. “My name’s Gus Lansing, and this... Sign in to see full entry.

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NaNoWriMo Word Count - as of day three 6,800+

Simon and Little Gus are camped out somewhere in the middle of the Midwest wide open spaces, probably about 1939. They're doing the cowboy thing instead of taking a train from Denver to Springfield, MO. The family farm is near Neosho, MO. Little Gus has not yet opened up to Simon about his mom's... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 3, 2013

Get off my porch!

I thought Walnut Season was over. Silly me. I'd cleaned every last one from the edge of the lawn, picked up a five-gallon bucket full off the patio, hauled them to the curb for the yard waste collectors. I swept the milled hulls off the sidewalk, off the bricks in the front yard retaining wall. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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