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Monthly Archives: November 2013
The Past is a Different Country
For the last few years, I’ve been writing about the past as I remember it. Generally, I’ve woven “feel good” happy endings and old-fashioned lessons into stories about my family, both living and dead. If someone were to read my … Continue reading
Not Quite a Painting
Andrew Wyeth probably never walked on the power lines. Still, a pleasant walk.
Winter Gardening
Just this morning on Facebook, one of my friends wrote a post about how he had collected a bunch of plastic children’s toys, cleaned them up to donate to a charity, and the charity had suddenly folded. Now he’s stuck … Continue reading
Hooyah
Today is “Veterans Day” here in the United States. November 11 was initially called “Armistice Day” to mark the end of World War I, while England and other Commonwealth countries call it “Remembrance Day.” Reggie Black is a veteran; I … Continue reading
Throw Off Those Warm Blankets!
Isn’t it lovely how a pile of heavy blankets can have a narcotic effect on the body? On a brisk November morning, they make getting out of bed a challenge. Sundays are good days for other things, too, like writing … Continue reading
Posted in Today We Rest
Tagged happiness is a warm blanket, letter writing, sleeping late
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Last Night I Dreamed I Went To…
Mitford? Yes, Mitford, and it’s consumed my free time for the last fourteen nights. Jan Karon’s Mitford series of books was popular reading in the 1990’s. While everyone else was surfing this trend wave, I was reading about the Mitford … Continue reading
Almost Soup Weather
Soon it will be soup weather. Simmer down! I said “almost.”
The Johnny Cash Approach
I wonder what made 2004 “The Year of the Last Will and Testament” for me. I met with a lawyer and made a will. It seemed prudent; I owned a home. A will can be easily created using a form … Continue reading
Posted in Experiments and Challenges
Tagged best friends forever, Jordan Marsh, Last will and testament, multiple sclerosis, St. Jude
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Floating Boxes
A news story broke a few days ago. There’s a barge at a Cianbro-owned wharf in Casco Bay that reporters have discovered belongs to Google. Made of shipping containers, its purpose and ultimate destination are unknown. Google has not responded … Continue reading
Posted in Weather and Seasons
Tagged Deer hunting, Robin Follette, tree stands, what's Google up to?
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They Were Curious
I’m always happy about the time change in the fall. This is what a small herd of goats looks like when they learn they have retrieved an hour of the time that was stolen from them. Goat stampede time.