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

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Saturday, March 9, 2013

New for me

Went there. Nothing on Taps. It was all about my thing. Don't know why I wanted to know who insulted my colleague. Focusing on the negatives is bad for one's outlook and makes the day a downer. So it's just as well I couldn't backtrack... A. There are small minded haters everywhere. Even best... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 8, 2013

Beyond Timbuktu

It's an exotic little shop up on Main Street, "Beyond Timbuktu." They sell day of the dead art from Mexico, earrings and necklaces from all over the Middle East, dresses and scarves from India, sculptures from Africa, hand-made shoes from other countries I can no longer remember. Woven baskets, art,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Laundromat Sociology

It is a supreme luxury to have a washer and dryer at home. You can gather, sort and let the cycles run while you make dinner, watch a soap opera or study for an exam. It takes time to load baskets into the car - or climb on a city bus with a duffel bag – more time to wait out the wash and dry cycles... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Happy Birth Day

Yesterday my baby daughter had her "39th" birthday, which she Facebooked she's ignoring. For one thing there's law school lectures, papers due, a long commute to and from St. Pete, and the 'pleasures' of peri-menopause. Some days she can't help fanning herself in class due to unwanted hot flashes. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 5, 2013

For the Birds...

I may have mentioned the old bird feeder broke about a week ago. It hung on a black cord, swung in the breeze, moved under the landings and takeoffs of birds, and of course the cord wore through. Of course it was broken off inside the tube that connects the top to the seed container and the only way... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 4, 2013

Old Flame, New Game

Vicki told us at the writer's group meeting she'd received a phone call 'out of the blue' from her ex, who we'll refer to as A. She hadn't seen or heard from him in fifteen years, he'd been incarcerated the last she'd heard, one of those stupid crook arrests where he practically jumped into the back... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 3, 2013

Trucked

Son Joe bought a new Ford F150 four-door with all the bells and whistles. There's something called blue tooth that allows him to dial up people and make phone calls using voice commands. Kinda reminds me of the old Star Trek programs when Jean Luc Picard would say "Earl Gray. Hot." Joe is having a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 25, 2013

Numbers

I admit it, I count things. How many steps from the front door to the car. How many miles from here to there. How many eggs left in the carton. How many squares of chocolate in the package. How much snow and ice still on the sidewalk - in inches. Didn't get myself out to the garage to bring in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Old poem for the new day

Regretful Egret A regretful egret flew to Jung sat on an Egyptian scroll and said he’d had a dream that he’d danced with a beautiful woman a woman in red, perfumed and sung about by poets renowned for glorious words who spread her palms and said she’d had a dream that she’d danced with a handsome... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Items from a Writer's toolbox...

I wrote a historical novel about Miss Eloise the schoolmarm who doubled as a soiled dove saloon hostess while she gathered info, formed a gang and prepared to rob the bank. Her antagonist was the Marshal, Ben - a bulldog of a man who wasn't about to let her get away with it. In the first scene Ben... Sign in to see full entry.

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