Category: Smiling
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Windy Summer Days & Pickles
Windy summer days are gifts, their bursts of cool air a welcome relief to my perpetually damp middle-aged skin. I stand on the side of the house where the gusts are strongest and raise my arms a bit, allowing it to wash over me in much the same way water does as I swim. It’s soothing. […]
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Still here after all this time.
It’s cold here today — even more so than it normally is in the spring. The clouds are indiscernible, resembling more of a blanket cast over our heads. There was drizzle on the patio this afternoon as well, and I willingly pulled a thick sweatshirt over my head wishing I had an excellent book to […]
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Rainy Days and Mondays
I love the rain. It’s hard not to go out and enjoy it even if venturing out is only in my tiny slice of Paradise. Everything is fresh and the air clear. I have no “Rainy Days and Mondays” doldrums like others who have taken the time to write songs about it all and I […]
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And so I begin again.
In the last many days, I’ve had time to think about this space in my life and its accumulation of nearly two years of what passes for me these days — me in writing, that is. Whenever I run through the archives and skim the content, so many thoughts come to mind about when […]
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The Things We Keep
Yesterday I tackled the garage, and although I’m far from being done, I’m satisfied with the progress I’ve made. It’s a jumble of items you’d expect to find in a garage: a fairly recent deposit of my kitchen overflow; remnants of our recent construction; boxes expelled of Christmas decorations waiting for their return; and my […]
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Walk, write. Just get off your ass.
I should go outside today and walk. The cold isn’t quite as bracing as it’s been the last week or so for my west coast bones, and I’m tempted to stretch them in the warm, bright sunlight somewhat like a fat, old lazy cat. Tempted would be the key word there. But if I ventured […]