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

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Friday, January 4, 2013

Jig Jag Jog, did you fall off a log?

Did you sink in the bog, did you play with the dog? What a day yesterday. The camera store called, my DVDs are in. It was a Super8 movie camera, the kind you wind up. No batteries. It was pushing 50 years ago when we took the shots, and there's no machine around since the early '90s for playback.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 3, 2013

Funny thing about memory...

It seems everybody remembers differently. For instance, you and your sister were part of the same experience - something fairly ordinary - while you were growing up. But she remembers you instigated the trouble, while you're dead certain she was the one that started it. Mom always liked you best. If... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

About the Decker gang...

Darrell the Barrel, Lean Dean and ol' Denny Magoo, with Terry the Terror: they'll come looking for you. Both aggressive and arrogant, it's their game to be mean to the weak or defenseless. How they do love to lean they'll chase and they'll taunt for as long as they want yes sir, they'll have fun as... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Henry's glimpse of understanding...

Until that day he’d spent his allotted time in the garden just looking around at the creatures roaming the woodland paths, deer and creatures that looked like them, some elephants, not quite as large as those from Africa, and wondrous birds that spoke to one another from high branches. Sometimes he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 31, 2012

Cousins: not the kissing kind

When I was about eleven and my sis was eight, we had a cousin Evelyn who was about nine or so. Evelyn was the daughter of Mom's younger sister Ferna, a strict Seventh Day Adventist, and the day came when Aunt Ferna had to be somewhere and left her for mom to watch. Evie thought she was prettier than... Sign in to see full entry.

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Crockpot pizza

I told Monica how much I liked her crockpot pizza and she said she'd give me the recipe, but she hasn't yet. I'm not bugging her about it - she's got enough on her plate. Actually, the full plate is more than metaphorical. She works full time, she's got a 12-year old, and her dad's in bad shape.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 30, 2012

Snowflakes: no two alike?

The one: ice crystals a geometric fractal multiplied adapted, crocheted by prevailing winds The second: ice crystals another geometric fractal multiplied, crocheted by similar winds All: born in the same high cloud spun by the same winds, made of stardust with similar cosmic origins Each and all add... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 29, 2012

The opposite of love is not hate: it's indifference

I was never certain that my mother hated my dad for his betrayals, but I remember her being mad as hell at him for staying in Massachusetts after he was released from service in 1946. She was sputtering and fuming because there was no reciprocal agreement between Washington and Massachusetts, and he... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 28, 2012

More to it than meets the eye...

I've made a point of not learning much about my father, who never came back to us after the war. Mom never said much about him, or about their time together, so I grew up with a cardboard cutout notion of who he was. He was one-dimensional, a shadow. He was a sleaze about women, a love 'em and leave... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 27, 2012

There were only eight of us this time...

But food for twenty starving farmworkers. Son Joe, who decided his gift to all would be the catered dinner, picked up food from Ravanelli's, a locally famous Italian restaurant. Knowing this was too much, I took myself to the store and bought Ziploc containers to pack up leftovers for carry-out. He... Sign in to see full entry.

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