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

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Sunday, December 20, 2009

My friend Klaus...

His right arm didn't work right, he could grip with his hand, but not lift the arm. He had to learn to write with his left, and his handwriting bordered on illegible. He walked with a kind of shuffle on the right foot, but walked a lot, therapy he said. On Seattle's hills, he'd get a good workout.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 19, 2009

Good news, I think: NO MORE LOUD COMMERCIALS...

I keep forgetting to mention this -- the U.S. congress is working on, or about to pass legislation to make it illegal for the networks and cable, etc. to broadcast commercials louder than regular programming... I hate it when the commercial comes blasting louder, especially if I'm just dozing off.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 18, 2009

Happy Friday!

It's overcast, but the sun just popped through. We're supposed to get snow later. No worries! I've practically finished my holiday shopping. All I need is to get over to P.O. and pick up a couple of those "if it fits, it goes" boxes. Token gifts this year to all the grownups. Books mostly. Another... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 13, 2009

I was in love with this wrong guy

but it felt so right. I mean, he appreciated me. But he never really "got" me. Looking back, I see the thing he appreciated most was the difference. I was not like his ex. I had ideas we had never talked about. I had not begun to point out his foibles. "foibles" -- isn't that a great word? Mine... Sign in to see full entry.

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When Love Kills...

There’s no burial, but there is ritual: “I will survive” on the juke box girl talk and alcohol, meaningless embraces, telling yourself time heals all wounds. Efforts to forget merely freshen memory, but attention to mundane details, work itself eventually softens jagged edges. Then comes comfort in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 12, 2009

Stepped on the scale this morning...

The one that usually lies to me, shaves about 8 pounds from the numbers on those dreaded scales in the doctor's office. Ohhhh, noooo! I've been a hundred and plenty for a while. Lost twenty or so on the "cancer diet" in 2008. I asked my doctor what a uterus weighs, thinking at least two or three... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, December 11, 2009

Heard from my beautiful daughter yesterday...

She's finished all her classes, done with the finals, turned in all the papers. And she says she did okay. "I worked my ass off," she said with a laugh. "I think my GPA is 3.87." I'm so proud of her I just have to brag to everyone. She's finished all the prereqs, now she can sign up for the last two... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 10, 2009

Time to think about moving to Austin...

"I'm frazzled," she told me. "Ann was here, and she just left after lunch." June draped her coat over the chair, set her shoulder bag on another, and sat at the table, dropping into her chair like a teen-ager in a snit. Her dramatic entrance. She sat for a minute, and then got up and went to the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Not sure I understood your question...

We're driving along the road home, coming back from an outing, one kid riding shotgun, one in the back seat. Off to the right is a series of tall radio towers, their red warning lights blinking in a random sequence on the top. J leaned forward from the back seat and asked what those lights were for.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, December 9, 2009

I was whining to myself about the rain yesterday.

As I dragged the garbage can out to the curb, I groused and griped and went Bah! Humbug! on the day. And then the news came on and they showed blizzards north of us, big nasty snowdrifts and flight cancelling, school-closing, highway blocking armies of nature's wrath. And I said what have you got to... Sign in to see full entry.

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