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You, too can enjoy life past 30

September 3, 2008

Today is my birthday.  And as much as I can say that many women my age choose not to admit their age, I’m proud of mine. I’m 52 years old.  Not 52 years young, or 52 years better.  It doesn’t need to be made into something other than what it is. Fifty-two. The year I [...]

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Does My Rear Look Big Like This?

August 13, 2008

The Yackstar has to be nearly twelve.  I should know, but I don’t, and each time I wonder, I have to count.  That wouldn’t be easy either, but the day I use is the one I met with the RTR’s principal.  He was going to be in the first grade, and I was going to [...]

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Naples & “Rude Ebullience”

July 17, 2008

On Sunday, the fifth day of our vacation to Italy, we were ready to leave Rome.  Not so much because we were tired of being there; we’d only put a small dent in what there is to see and do.  It was more because knowing the reservations at two more places had been made, and [...]

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Teenagers, school, and grey hair.

May 30, 2008
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Obama the Dream Boat?

May 14, 2008

One of the entertaining aspects of being completely incapable of getting a good night’s sleep these days is being able to remember the dreams I have. I’m actually awake long enough to acknowledge them, think about them, and give each a kind of evaluation. Nothing complicated. Just a sort of, “Whoa. That was interesting…” and [...]

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Open up that golden gate…

May 1, 2008

Some time last summer, my mother decided she needed an adventure. A permanent one. She figured that before she was too old to actually do something about it, she would relocate to the East Coast. Maybe that doesn’t sound like an adventure to some, but when you’ve lived in one place for over 40 years, [...]

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Needing Company in Any Form

April 9, 2008

Fuzz Ball Cat When I’m home, Precious (aka Fresh-ness or The Yack Star) is now rarely far from either myself or the RTR. And if neither of us is available, the doggo seems to do. She’s not howling as much as she was a month ago, but still does, and will respond when one of [...]

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