Category: Writing
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Be ever vigilant.
We had a busy day yesterday. One of my oldies took a spill and spent the night on his floor, we found him in the morning. I cleaned him up, he flatly refused to get in an ambulance but would let the ambulance boys put him in the car and so we took him to…
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Out of the mouths of babes.. a little story about love
You know how some of your friends are not really your friends but you are their friend. They love to visit. But they are just too .. well.. needy. Too whiney. Too willing to bare their own souls and cleavage at any opportunity. Something about the way they breathe bothers you. And they are…
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May I introduce you to a few people I have read with this week
I am hoping to do something new with my Sundays, though as you know my plans have a bad habit of going array. But I want to Introduce you all to some of the new readers and commenters of these pages and some new collections I have discovered on my own travels. Often we…
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My Big Fat Mama
Good morning. I am up here in my loft with the vaulted ceiling and big South windows. Sitting at my desk. The fire in the big room below is keeping me warm and I can hear rain outside. The windows are still dark. It is early, early morning. John and the neighbour boy brought my…
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With no respect for cold.
My CameraMasquerades As a reluctant poet With no respect for cold. I am a little late this morning because I thought we could watch the sunrise together. So I fed the animals early and had the camera out for sunrise. In the end I could not even feel my finger press the button to release…
The Kitchen's Garden 