Posts made in September, 2016

Rabina

Rabina

By on Sep 23, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

I really do enjoy the discipline of writing, but some days…er, weeks my pen goes silent. I struggle to put in words all that we are experiencing and feeling. So I wait and the blog sits idle. For that, I apologize. We’re friends and friends want to stay involved in each other’s lives. So today I gave myself the ultimatum, “B.I.C., Pam!” (Behind In Chair, Pam!)   In...

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Apollo 49: Houston, We Have a Birthday

Apollo 49: Houston, We Have a Birthday

By on Sep 20, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

Today’s my birthday. My 49th year on this planet. I’m feeling somewhat reflective and also a bit incredulous that I’m not the size 3 I promised myself I would be at this time last year. But so as not to damper the celebratory spirit, I will skip over that last part and just comfort myself with the idea that I’m harder to kidnap at this weight. 49 is not one of those...

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The Termite Triology Part II: Pam’s Revenge

The Termite Triology Part II: Pam’s Revenge

By on Sep 5, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

Following the great carpet bombing of Raid on Termite Mission Control, the fumes began to dissipate and I decided to assess the damage.  Water, soap, mud, bugs, soggy paper all collected into a brown goo that needed to be addressed.   The pile of fabrics, art pieces and photos also needed attention.   Unknowingly, the termites had unleashed DEFCON 3 at our...

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Meltdown in 3…2…1…

Meltdown in 3…2…1…

By on Sep 3, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

It all began this morning when I realized that it was September 3rd and I had not yet changed my tablecloths and decorations to reflect the beginning of a new season. (I know! Horror, right?) I went to my little hutch of fabrics and noticed a patch of something that resembled mud on one of the cloths. I began looking around the inside of the hutch and noticed a long...

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Angels Unaware

Angels Unaware

By on Sep 1, 2016 in Blog | 0 comments

John received an email from a friend saying that his friend would be passing through our city and wondered if she could stay with us. Without batting an eye, John agreed to host said friend. (Are you sticking with me on this?) Time passes when John casually mentions that the cyclist should be arriving the next day. Cyclist? What cyclist? John says, “Oh, you...

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