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better late than never
Ah, my poppets, I have been a bit out of pocket the last week, fighting some bug. Got some good drugs now so I’m on the mend. In between my getting sick and well, it seems spring has finally arrived in these parts! So half the peas got their trellis today and the strawberries now…
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mail sackage
One week before Mom’s Day this year, I was struck by inspiration (or a brain fart, depending on how you look at it.) I had plans to get together with some other moms on Mother’s Day for some crafting. I know! I will make them bags! Who cares that I’ll have to cut out 48…
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dry
I started getting migraines in my mid-twenties. The first one I remember most vividly – it hit just as I was taking off for a knitting retreat at Fort Warden. I spent most of that weekend in bed, trying to get up and knit in spurts. The headache finally broke on the third day, just…
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camporama
About this time of year, me and some like-minded others start having camping withdrawal. The others would not include the Professors or Lefty, nor, truth be told, my own family. But I ignore them and forge ahead with the stalking of prime spots beginning in October the year BEFORE the summer we want to go. …
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baby spring
Better weather is creeping in slowly this year. We are way behind the garden progress of this year. Oddly, the weeds seem to be right on schedule. Farmer Fels graciously gave me some Marshall strawberries he rescued from the Herbfarm farm he works at. They are hard to come by now. Hoping I don’t kill…
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discipline apply here
Yesterday I sent the Stitchers an article about a woman who lost 300 pounds over 5 years through diet and exercise. FIVE YEARS! She remained focused on this goal for FIVE YEARS. It boggles the mind. I am the complete opposite. I have remained unfocused on many goals for five years. For way over five…
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monday words #5
Odds are today’s poem is not unfamiliar to you. It is one of my favorites and well-worth revisiting, however you take its meaning. Enjoy. — The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as…
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thirteen
The Girl Child turned into a teenager today. Holy crap. She is getting to the age that I can remember being (not being like Lefty, who can probably remember things from the womb). Like her, I can remember planning out wardrobe pieces, though I didn’t have the interweb to assist me. Specifically, a burgundy corduroy…
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gallery
There is a space on the wall above our “office” (and by that I mean the desk upon which our computer sits in the living/dining area) that has never been quite right. Add to that my growing collection of thrifted art with no home, and the light bulb went off. Gallery style hanging! I thought…
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begin again
It’s a long, bumpy road, this life thing. You’d think by the time you get to be a “certain age”, you’d have it pretty much down, or at least the big stuff. Not the case, at least for me. Sometimes it’s just so easy to maintain the status quo, to avoid rocking the boat or…
foible and folly
a whimsical or extravagant structure built to serve as a conversation piece
foible and folly 