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

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Monday, September 18, 2023

Memory Issues

I thought to write a new chapter or series about the Backyard Squirrels, but as I started on the road to plotlines, I couldn't conjure the name of the female leader of the Brick Street troop. It couldn't possibly be Karen. Oh, no, not with all the negative vibes that go with the "Karen" label -... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 17, 2023

BULLIES, BLOCKHEADS AND TRUMPERS, OH MY!

I posted a comment on a political post in which a news network pointed out that the GOP frontrunner has been cautioned against making threats or negative comments about the judges, investigators, attorneys or saying anything that might mess with the jury pools in any of his pending trials. Goes... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 16, 2023

THE CLASS OF '53

By the time we reached senior year our numbers had dropped from the high of fifty-four when we graduated from eighth grade to twenty-two: eleven boys and eleven girls. There were any number of reasons for this attrition. Number one was the fact that the Weyerhaeuser company had moved its operation... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 15, 2023

DAYS OF OUR BACKYARD SQUIRRELS

Sammi and Tugg were discussing philosophy near the upper crotch of Maple Tree Number One, when a small silver object came humming up to them. It was a saucer-shaped craft, domed and well-designed. Before they could react a hatch opened and two tiny creatures stepped out onto the limb near them.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 14, 2023

DAYS OF OUR BACKYARD SQUIRRELS

The quartet gathered on the branches of Maple #1 on Brick Street, with a few others keeping time cracking walnuts together, for an old-fashioned songfest. The first number was a 20th Century jazz standard from the Roaring Twenties. It goes like this: "You're the cream in my coffee, you're the salt... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 13, 2023

ALL AROUND THE WRITERS' BLOCK

One word sums up my mood this morning: bummer. Been trying to come up with a rhyme - some little verse that's silly. Started with the first line "There once was a poet named Dave." All kinds of rhyming words - rave, save, crave, etc., came to mind. But "cave" seemed to offer itself as prime... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 12, 2023

NURSERY RHYME

Deedle, deedle dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his breeches on, One shoe off and one shoe on. Deedle, deedle dumpling, my son John. as remembered.🧒 Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 11, 2023

NOT A CASE FOR THE CSI TEAM

There was an old lady who said, when she found a thief under her bed, get up from the floor you're too close to the door and I fear you'll take cold in the head. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 10, 2023

HIT SONG FROM 1899

as remembered: "She's only a bird in a gilded cage, a beautiful sight to behold. But her beauty was sold for an old man's gold. She's a bird in a gilded cage." This song, covered by a number of singers in the late '40s when most of our connection to the outside world was via radio, told the story... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 9, 2023

WHAT'S UP, GUYS?

Ladders have always scared me. Tall ladders that lean against the wall of a house, or against the guttering. These days my knees don't flex well enough that I could climb one, but even back in the day I was leery. Our 95-year-old neighbor Walter used to climb ladders to clean the gutters - and I had... Sign in to see full entry.

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