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Monthly Archives: June 2013
L. L. Baumer
On February 9, 2013, we had a weather event with high tides, snow, and street flooding. I put on my old pair of Maine Hunting Shoes and took a trip outside to assess the damage. I didn’t stay out very … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged Alpha Gamma Rho, L.L. Bean, Maine Hunting Shoe, The Preppy Handbook, The University of Maine at Orono
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Not All Broken Things Are Garbage
Sometimes, I dig up things in Uncle Bob’s garden. I’ve asked both he and my father if they remember ever burying garbage in the garden but they say this never happened. Still, whenever I dig up a little broken thing, … Continue reading
The Whirlwind – A Pictorial Essay
I am prone to hyperbole when I write. I am trying to tone it down; forgive me when I say that Sunday was one of the best days ever. It’s hard to describe. It’s my crazy bifurcated existence, with my … Continue reading
My “Come to Tebow” Moment
When I was a child, I remember sitting on the living room couch with a bag of circus peanuts. Not cocktail peanuts, dry roasted peanuts, or peanuts in the shell, but those peanut-shaped orange marshmallows. Maybe I didn’t like them; … Continue reading
Truck For Sale
I pack a lot of living into twelve hours, more or less, and this way of life is filled with good blog material. As I reflect over my “Day of Rest” and look at the evidence on the clock, I … Continue reading
Posted in Home, You've Got Moxie!
Tagged 1964 Chevy Truck for sale, church, forgiveness, friends, Living with Moxie
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In the Eye of the Pea Holder
Yesterday was International Yarn Bomb Day. I don’t understand it, so I didn’t knit any scarves for the trees in my neighborhood. You know what they say–beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I’ll keep knitting together beautiful things … Continue reading
Pick A Color
I’m not a woman who spends much time pampering myself. I like good quality clothing and shoes, I got to the hair salon every six weeks, and I take care of my hands and nails. I usually do my manicure … Continue reading
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Tagged manicures, nail salons, pedicures, Wet Paint Nail Spa, you're soaking in it
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Worth Waiting For, Part Two
I found a pleasant surprise on the Post Road yesterday. Finally!
Reggie Black Disturbs the Peace
I was planning to write a short pastoral piece today about walking in Uncle Bob’s garden at twilight. The piece would have been perfect for “Tiny Steps Gardening Day.” It would begin as I parked my Jeep behind the barn … Continue reading