Monthly Archives: April 2013

Awards and Recognition

This has taken me a couple of days to write. I had to let it cook down a while. I don’t know how others work, but sometimes an idea starts as one thing, or a whole bunch of things, and … Continue reading

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I let the day get away from me again — full of everything but writing. I went to the firing range to fire a few rounds with my new shotgun and handgun. Then I field stripped and cleaned them. Yep. … Continue reading

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Today we spent the day moving furniture around and cleaning behind it and rearranging it again until we liked the way it looked. It inspired me to clean out some other corners and brighten them up. Some things to the … Continue reading

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A Haiku

Sweetpeas sending green tendrils through winter’s dead leaves promising summer.

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Mrs. Got-Rocks on Riches

I’d like to take you back to yesterday, and a chore that I volunteered for, that of pressuring washing the Bobcat tracks off the driveway. First of all, is it me, or is “Bobcat tracks” kind of cute? Maybe it … Continue reading

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Mrs. Got-Rocks

This has been a busy and beautiful day up here on the high plains. The temperature got above 60 (maybe even 70) and with blue skies and scudding clouds, perhaps “rain with thunder” tonight. Not quite a thunderstorm, but deceptively … Continue reading

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A down day. Washing, healing, resting. Snuggling with the dogs and cats. Writing ads for Craig’s List (anybody want some war movies? a 1976 Red Dale? how about an ambulance?).

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Do You Think About Dying

This is not to scare you, but Sometimes I think about dying. We all do, sometime. Die, I mean. I don’t think we all think about it. Kind of a shame when you think about it. I first learned about … Continue reading

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On Vanity, Pride, and Not Bouncing Like I Used To

A dear friend of mine, a particularly handsome gentleman barely in his 60s, confessed to me recently that he was quite vain. I didn’t argue with him, but I thought about it afterwards. I don’t see him as vain, just … Continue reading

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Clouds at 30,000 Feet

There’s just something about clouds viewed from the window of an airplane in flight — Something like Home. Like the place in all of us connected to all that has come before all that is yet to be and all … Continue reading

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