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

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Wednesday, April 7, 2010

January Moon

Her name is January Moon Diaz. She came to the U.S. from Cuba at the age of thirteen. She was one of many refugees from a flotilla of small boats, oil-drum rafts and truck inner-tubes. By some miracle, they landed safely on Key West after a precarious 90 miles on the open sea. She goes by “Jan”... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 6, 2010

My get up and go has got up and went

I'm feeling very unnecessary today. Tired. Tired of it all. I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep. My legs feel heavy. My eyelids, too. Remember that silly thing we learned in school? "Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I'm gonna go eat worms. Long slim slimy ones, short fat fuzzy ones, itsy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, April 5, 2010

Wearing His Clothes...

It was the thing at MHS, when a girl was dating a jock, she wore his letterman's sweater while he was out there scoring touchdowns or shooting baskets in the big game. There are scenes in movies where a woman in love puts on her husband's shirt when he's at work, or in one stock bit of drama, he's a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, April 4, 2010

Kriege Hatchery

When I first moved to Mundane in 1966 it was a different town. About 12,000 people, typical prairie look to it. You see the same water tower, the same storefronts, the same main street intersection with its stop light all over the Midwest. There was the courthouse square, a tavern across the street... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Yard waste

Few days ago I was doing some cleanup in the yard when the guy next door comes over. He's not really the guy next door, but he's been there off and on for a few days helping the new little neighbor clean up and settle in. Mike, he said his name is. He said he painted the basement floor, fixed up one... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 2, 2010

Plant potatoes by St. Paddy's day

if you want to harvest in a timely way. So Jean told me she got most of hers in on the very day. The rest a couple days later. "Do you think it will be a problem?" she asked. I said I didn't see how. Nature works in seasons, I don't think she cares about a day or two either way. Then I saw this... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, April 1, 2010

Bliss for $1.99

Sometimes you make an impulse buy that meets a need you've just been letting slide. Walgreen's, picked up my prescriptions, (the usual thyroid and blood pressure thingies), on the way out and there they were: Back Scratchers -- $1.99. I grabbed one. Two thirteen with tax. And I had the exact change.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

A joke Uncle Mac told me...

It was around 1920 when Pat and Mike decided to leave the auld sod and come to America. They booked passage on a ship and sailed west, their hearts full of hope, their pockets near empty. And from the time they hit the roll of the North Atlantic, Pat was sick as a dog, heaving his guts out. For... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A little family history -- Part of mother's story.

Politics & Family Values Margaret was 10, the oldest of five when Bert S***, her papa, died of typhoid, from his deathbed he grabbed and bruised her little arms his last words “take care of your mother.” Her mother, Lucy, 26 and widowed, hung onto the family’s Yakima valley homestead by the skin of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 26, 2010

Sometimes ... well, we just don't know WTF is going on.

I've been dealing with the character I call Archie for some time. I never liked him. He was closed off, harsh, did what he was expected to do but often grudgingly. He's a resentful bastard who takes his discontent out on folks around him. Someone suggested he's too much a type, and I didn't include... Sign in to see full entry.

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