When I’ve skipped a week of reporting on the “dots”, things usually pile up – meaning lots of news for the next post. That’s exactly what happened this week, after using Sunday’s post to talk a little about my family’s history. 1,043 more words
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“In the Spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.” Margaret Atwood, Bluebeard’s Egg.
Talk about Spring fever! After five years of having to suppress all the symptoms of this delightful malady because we’d be leaving for the summer in May, my immune system doesn’t have to swing into action this year. 484 more words
It’s noon on Sunday as I sit down to write. It’s been a VERY quiet weekend here, with Ted in Florida and with only Maddie and Bear for company (even though I talk to them all the time, they just haven’t mastered the trick of turning those adorable expressions into words). 1,777 more words
Don’t you just hate it when you do something stupid – like I did today.
Ted and I were riding our bikes. After we’d ridden about five miles, we made the turn to home, then stopped by to visit friends for a few minutes. 921 more words