‘Tis the last day of January and the month has flown.
We seem to be riding a weather roller coaster this week. Three mornings ago it was in the low 40’s the next day was 70. Yesterday we were back in the 40’s. Today it’s in the mid 60’s. They say tomorrow we may see [...]

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What a difference a day can make…Yesterday at this time it was 70° outside, today it’s 44. It looks like winter is back for a day or two. I heard the prognosticator on the radio yesterday warning about rain moving in this afternoon and evening, so the clear skies of this morning wont be around [...]

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One of the first blog’s I began to read regularly a couple of years ago was Patry Francis’ Simply Wait. I kept returning because of the finely crafted personal stories she told on her blog. She was one of the few bloggers I know who will almost always cause me to read her blog entries [...]

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It ain’t much of a question…But lately as I get up in the morning or read email of a evening, I find myself searching for a reason to start a conversation. Even if I’m only talking to myself…You would think I could come up with something to say…But, no, the muse just doesn’t come…
The politics [...]

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The level of concentration that has been required for the past few weeks at my day job has had consequences on the level of posting going on at this blog. By the time I get home each day all I want to do is vegetate. By the time I drag myself out of the bed [...]

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I saw this in my morning email.
Dear Sir/Madam,
You have won One Million Pounds
Pounds Sterling on the Uk Lotto-GmbH) .
Always Quote the information below to us:
Reference Number:EUM-347-DGS-689
Batch:538901527-Bc65
Contact Agent Below
Mr Tony Risby
London Representative Office.
Phone Number:(0044) 7960021562

Best Regard,
Mr John Williams
For some reason the spam filter let it through. I guess my question is, does anyone believe these [...]

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Talk about touching a chord in my psyche. Verlyn’s essay on driving and learning to drive is poetic in the way it pulls memories out of the dregs of my subconscious and plants them in the forebrain, full of scents, and sounds, and muscle memory.
Being from Texas, I was grown before I met someone [...]

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