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Monthly Archives: September 2016
The Aging of Aquarius
A “story” came out a few days ago stating NASA “changed” the signs of the zodiac. It’s a difficult story to “fact check” without Lester Holt sitting by my side. (Lester was a Pisces, but now he’s an Aquarius, for … Continue reading
Posted in Friday Pillow Talk
Tagged astrology, Fifth Dimension, groovy, Lester Holt, NASA, way out man, where's Aleppo?
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In the Light of Day
Sunday after church, Handy and I went to pick up a piece of furniture I bought at an estate sale on Saturday. It ended up being 5 pieces of furniture, actually, and once we were finished moving everything into the … Continue reading
Posted in Minimalist
Tagged Chippendale-style secretary with hutch, Estate sales, West Minot Grange
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The Threads of Time
In the last few weeks, I’ve mentioned the feature I was writing on Museum L/A’s latest exhibition “Covering the Nation: The Art of the Bates Bedspread.” I interviewed the guest curator and the museum’s executive director; both of them provided … Continue reading
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Tagged Bates Manufacturing, Museum L/A
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The Last of the Glads
What’s your favorite procrastination technique? Surely, you’re not one of those people who never indulge in the dreaded habit? Congratulations if you are. Me, I’ll do any other productive thing to avoid something daunting. I’ll balance my checkbook to the … Continue reading
The Wedgwood Weave
Did I ever write about the time I passed out at work? No, I don’t think so. It was a long time ago, either 2006 or 2007. One morning, I was standing outside a counterpart’s cubicle and she was talking … Continue reading
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Tagged Bates Manufacturing, Jacqueline Field, Maine Heritage Weavers, Museum L/A, the Vapors, Wedgwood
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The Order of Things
Like most Americans, I remember where I was on September 11, 2001. I remember the drive to work, the clear blue skies, and the order of things. I had just finished facilitating a conference call and one of the participants … Continue reading
This is How the Story Ended
As some blog readers might recall, I started some moonflowers from seed in April. I tried to grow them last year but they didn’t amount to anything. Interestingly enough, I grew them one summer, in pots on my chicken coop-sized … Continue reading
Heavenly Blue
This spring, along the back wall of my fenced-in garden, I planted sunflowers, scarlet runner beans, and morning glories. I didn’t read the “Heavenly Blue” package closely and watched the dense green foliage cover the fence with nary the sight … Continue reading
The Vines are Heavy
Early yesterday morning, before the newspaper arrived, a woman in a pickup truck drove up the hill beeping her horn and shouting out her window. Although I couldn’t comprehend exactly what she was saying the syncopation and the syllable count … Continue reading