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Last month I determined to complete several projects, mostly knitting. I knit a narrow scarf, a huge shawl, a cardigan sweater for my granddaughter, and a washcloth—that last from a horrible but gorgeous cotton linen blend. I would make another washcloth if the yarn were not so stiff and rough that it hurt my hands…
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We took our granddaughter to her first literary reading on Monday. However, our adventure began with dinner. It had been a long time since we took her for Thai. She barely remembered—maybe she did not remember at all. She chose yakisoba from the menu because she knew the word from a report she did on…
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If the weather had been better 75 years ago, yesterday would have been the anniversary of D-Day. [The D stands for “day.”] Instead, it was the Golden Anniversary of my husband flunking his draft physical. He did nothing to deserve this, but each year he celebrates his fortune in being spared Vietnam. This is not…
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The young man was doing summer landscape maintenance at a local public playing field. That is, he was mowing a huge patch of grass. He shut off his machine before coming over and say hello. I was taking a summer course in a nearby building. I was charmed that he remembered his English teacher from…
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Walking is healthy exercise. Taking time out from your busy life is mentally healthy too. A website recommends planning a 30-minute walk this weekend because “here in the age of binge watching and sedentary smartphones, that we all could stand to move around a bit more.” They aren’t wrong about that. They have three pieces of…
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I told a friend about my favorite metaphor for a successful relationship. [Bear with me because it’s entirely backwards and if you have not spent time on a Pacific shore it will make little sense.] You wade into the surf, just a little way in to the middle of your shins because the tide is…
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When Gary was a little boy, he sat at the dining table with his mother and made red poppies for Memorial Day. Like her husband, Alta (“Anne”) served stateside during the Second World War. She gathered little red cloth petals, wound them onto a wire to be worn in honor of our veterans. My husband…
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We had never before seen five bald eagles at once on our beach. Clutch size of eagles has been rising ever since Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring alerted the general public about the dangers of DDT. (Before we began poisoning crops, bald eagles in Chesapeake Bay had clutches of four or, rarely, five eggs. The average size…
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Fiddle and the Drum And so once again, My dear Johnny, my dear friend, And so once again you are fighting us all, And when I ask you why, You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall, Oh, my friend, How did you come, To trade the fiddle for the drum. You say I…
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Just saying. The company has, on occasion, delivered a package to us. Sometimes there has been a guy who knew his way around. More often whoever is delivering it tries a neighbor, leaves it unprotected in the rain, or otherwise screws up. I have cancelled orders online if the only delivery option was FedEx. Some…
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