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Parkinson’s law
It’s always amazing how fast time flies when you are doing what you love. I set aside a day this week to get things done, and while I was pleased with what I accomplished, I didn’t get anywhere close to achieving my goals. It wasn’t for lack of trying, or because I as distracted by…
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The beach
Summer sun beat down As their squeals rang out Sand in the sandwiches And ants in their pants They frolicked the way Only children can Sand building castles Majestic and temporary Splashing with their compatriots As they stormed the shores With life jackets and inflatable boats Water too cold to swim long They dashed in…
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Visitor in the night
I bolted upright At 3 am Wondering why I was awake The quiet wrapped itself Around my soul Whispering Of someone’s fate A brush of wings Against my face Someone I couldn’t see I closed my eyes Tight As my breath ran away And said Goodbye To the visitor As they left Quietly In the…
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Thursday dreaming
Another episode of Thursday thoughts, on the heels of what may or may not be a cold. It’s one of those tickley bothers, the kind where you think any minute you’re about to get deathly ill with some virus, and may never recover, except it never really arrives- at least, not so far. I’m three…
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Days end
The roses of the night Meet the blue of the day As twilight descends And the moon comes to play The sun beds down Tucked in for the night Slumbering on Hidden from sight I contemplate my learning From another day’s toils Satisfaction unfurls While the negative recoils
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Half day Monday
I love half day mondays! This summer I decided that instead of taking a bunch of time off I was going to try to shorten my work week, Weather and responsibilities permitting. This is the first week where I’ve felt what that means, And so far, I’m digging it. This week, I worked only Monday…
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Summertime, past and present
Sunday has always been family day, for as long as I can remember. We would get up, go to church and have a potluck, or go to my grandparents or even go home and spend time in the garden together. I remember beautiful spring days planting with my grandparents, summer days riding bikes with my…
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What’s in a name
Have you ever anthropomorphized? Given a name To the inanimate, Or the inhuman? I believe we all Add a handle to things To explain our world, Make it our home We tell Fido he’s a good boy, Or thank Bessie for the milk. What about a car? What’s in a name? Does a Bucky drive…
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Frīġedæġ
Friday. I’ve started writing a story about a girl named Freyja, which feels perfectly appropriate for today. I love history. I love learning about other people’s history. It’s as though I can feel what someone else a world and a century away was feeling as they went about their normal lives. Friday is named after…
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Thursday’s thoughts
The weekly Thursday thought rolls around at five pm. Once again, I feel many years older than my age, confused why everything hurts and I’m so tired. And then I remember- I’m at the stage of life where a full day of the same kind of work drains me so much that by the time…