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We’ve been busy hustling back and forth, walking our 25 miles a week (and me running a few of those), working on our second home, and admiring everything we see.
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Starting with a Joni Mitchell lyric always feels like a good idea, whether the garden holds a sea lion on the beach (it does) or a rose. We are stardust We are golden And we’ve got to get ourselves Back to the garden —Joni Mitchell, “Woodstock”
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An Australian sheep farmer was unable to attend his beloved aunt’s funeral because of covid. He managed to get his message through: He lured them into that shape with grain scattered on the ground. Sending love to all the people I know. And to the people I do not know. And to Ben Jackson’s sheep…
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One of our tenants believes in the “good old days.” He is young. He thinks the fifties and sixties and seventies were times of idyllic freedom. I look at his long hair and think: You’d have been beaten half to death living around here in the 60s; you’d have been jailed for what you smoke.…
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Today is my high school reunion, the 50th delayed to year 51, and it is also my elder son’s 41st birthday. I will be baking a vegan, gluten-free, refined sugar-free cake later today. Our family is coming. They’ve had good reason to stay safe, isolated, and healthy. So that is the best reason for staying…
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My 50th high school reunion is coming up in less than a week. It is actually our 51st graduation anniversary, but there was that pandemic. Actually, the pandemic is still raging, and locally it’s worse than ever with more cases daily than we saw in a month last year. I live in a tourism destination…
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Ripper: I don’t know how well I could stand up under torture. Mandrake: Well of course the answer to that is, boy, no one ever does. And my advice to you, Jack, is to give me the code now. And if those devils come back and try any rough stuff, we’ll fight them together, boy, like…
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There was fog this morning, lovely fog and a bit of wind during my run. Yes, I ran. I am running a bit faster than ten minutes miles. My old easy “light run” pace was nine-minute miles, and that might be what muscle memory is giving me now. I thought my knee might be giving…
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A deer came up our path and pooped just outside our gate. The nearest nesting pair of black oystercatchers were out on the sand with their youngster. The little shorebirds are a mystery. After all these years, I can’t be certain what they are, Least sandpiper (Calidris minutilla)? Or something else? And then the new…
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