Friday, December 28, 2018
This Is Still Me
This is what I am at heart: pigtails, hair bow, freckles, smiles, hopscotch, tree-climbing, licking the cake dough from the beaters, playing with the kitty and the chickens, and my roller skates. Only my facade has changed, and my size and weight, and the things that I can do now. Christmas to me in...
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Wednesday, December 26, 2018
When...Ah When...I'll Be There Waiting
Winter arrived on the eve of Ribcage's birthday, and though it is here now, and has been for several days our weather has been staying in the forties and fifties (degrees), and no snow. That is unusual for us. What is also unusual is that we are having pouring down rain--lots of it. The rainwater is...
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Monday, December 24, 2018
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Christmas Hopes And Dreams
Santa is already in the Netherlands. The little Mouse in Orlando is jumping for joy that this is the night he comes to his place of residence beneath the family home where the little girl and boy have hung their Christmas socks beside the tree because there is no chimney for entrance, and no snow...
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Saturday, December 22, 2018
The Age Of Poignancy
Birthdays don't mean much to Ribcage. Today is his, but when he finally came out of his room for a cup of coffee today, he acknowledged my Happy Birthday wishes with a grunt that if it was a word, I couldn't tell what. To anyone who asked, he has been calling himself 58 ever since the year 2018...
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