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Category: Musings
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Keep the Home Fires Burning
Although the scythe isn’t pre-eminent among the weapons of war, anyone who has been on the wrong end of, say, a peasants’ revolt will know that in skilled hands it is fearsome. –Terry Pratchett I was catching up on reading Lawdog’s blog just a day or so ago, and the linked post resonated with me.…
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Scattered, Smothered, Chunked and
My dear First Reader introduced me to the phenomenon that is Waffle House when I first came to Ohio more than seven years ago now. At the time, the little one nearest our house was his favorite hangout spot. He knew all the waitresses, and soon they knew me, too. They let me to know…
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Birdsong and Crickets: Dealing with Introspection
I’m sitting on the porch in the early morning hours. It’s not exactly dark, despite the pre-dawn hour. The neighborhood has a few street lights. I can see my coffee cup on the table next to me well enough to find it without dunking fingers or knocking it over. The air resonates with a myriad…
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Fatigue and the Ability to Cognate
Really, that ought to be fatigue and it’s connection to cognition. Cognate also means connect, or to relate, and well, I’m tired. I can’t connect my words to their proper definitions at the moment. Tiredness also strips you of your ability to connect or relate to others, so I’m leaving the title to stand. It’s…
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Conversational
I wanted to blog, but I didn’t have a deep serious topic to take on. And I was thinking about blog, and what an odd world it is we live in now. I have conversations with, and am friends with, people from around the world. I pop over and check in regularly with the blogs…
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Overflowing Cups
My cup of life is full of sweetness. There’s enough bitter in the draft to make the sweet all the more satisfying, though. Essentially: I have too much to do. But it’s all good stuff. I decided I was going to stop think about it in terms of being overwhelmed, and start rethinking in terms…
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What Women Want… in a Real Man
I’m still thinking about men (and no, it’s not just because I’m female and that’s an enjoyable pasttime, shuddup, you). Particularly, what you can tell about a man from what he’s got in his pocketses. The First Reader and I were chatting about this lovely article on pocket knives a friend of ours shared on…
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New Year, New Goals
I started trying something new today. Well, it’s not really a new year’s resolution. It’s more of a new year, new goal. Similar to the last goal, only… Only this time I’m implementing a few tools to try and make the goal more reachable. The problem with a resolution – or, for that matter, a…
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Front Porch Setting
The First Reader and I were sitting on the front porch this morning, sipping coffee and talking. It’s not that it was nice outside. No, it’s pouring rain enough that twice already this morning we’ve gone to put the dog out and she has communicated clearly that she Did Not Want to go Out There…
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Rush, rush, rush
I’m hoping my post at the Mad Genius Club today is reasonably coherent. I was in a mad rush to finish it, get one daughter to work, and then come home to get the other daughter and take her to work! Rushing, rushing… and today, which originally was mostly planned as a rest plus housework…
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The Answer
Yesterday I turned the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything! years old. Today, I was in the mood to bake, so I was thinking while I shipped up a couple of pies and some quick bread. I have been craving pumpkin pie – as my readers will recall from my last post – and…
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Dipsy Daisy
Sorry about the missed day, guys. I regret it on several levels, but honestly, when it comes down to it: no one pays me to write this blog. Fiction? That I get paid for. And I just can’t publish all the fiction here, as I write it, because then I can’t sell it. So when…