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Ying
Lucy’s labored breathing woke me. Her motivation to make it outdoors in time has her lumpy and arthritic yellow Labrador body flying. Her harness rubs against the wall as she propels down the stairs.
I went out the kitchen door and was amazed that she had already made it to the drive, but she didn’t see me. I watched her sniff in an area where she, Abby, and Ricky had peed earlier in the…
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Join In The Fun! Join In The August 2018 Tea Party!
Join In The Fun! Join In The August 2018 Tea Party!
Join In The Fun! Join In The August 2018 Tea Party!
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This sounds like a lot of fun. My name is Susan Honthumb. I haven’t blogged for a while. Perhaps this will renew the passion.
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One of the many teachers in my life
Earlier today I blogged about how a death can trigger life lessons.
For those of you who know me well, know that I am fluent in Parakeetenese, though I can speak it much better than understand it.
I use the gift of Budgie gab to connect with students. Yesterday’s Adam’s Elementary School fourth graders were immediately impressed. I was asked over and over how I learned to whistle like that. One…
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Pat Vallerand
It seems as though I just saw you a few days ago and we chatted about birds, gardening, the weather, whatever. But physically you are gone. I can’t think of you without crying, which surprises me.
When Sylvia shocked me with the news of your sudden death, I was dumbfounded. Not possible.
You touched so many different pockets of people in this world that I am a mere grain of sand that has been…
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Just Ten Years Ago
Just Ten Years Ago
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Bowling: One of The Things That Make Me Happy
Bowling: One of The Things That Make Me Happy
Things can’t make me happy. Events, Experiences, Thoughts can help me choose to feel happy. Just saying. Thought I had to qualify.
Good bowling is a strong contributor to my mood, though I don’t let bad bowling have that much of an effect. We can only go up with bowling. Tuesday I had three clean games. No opens. Of course, I’m still retraining my brain to rethink what qualifies as a “good” game…
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Fighting Gravity
This evening, I blew my lid. I was hiss-spitting pissed off mad. I hadn’t been this “yell profanities while wanting to smash the phone” mad, in a long time. Not since the last time I tried to rob Mother Nature from stripping things away from me while I aged. I got lured with the promise of having the elixir of youth.
My dad tried to teach me to be careful around Too Good to Be True things. I…
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The Rise And Fall of Bowling
The Rise And Fall of Bowling
I’m toying with the idea of writing a book. The Bowling Journals. Journals are the same thing as Diaries, though I’ve never referred to my thirty-something years of writing to myself as a Diary. But now that the Wimpy Kid has made diaries cool, I could go that direction.
Bowling Chronicles sounds cool. What do you think?
For those of you who have read previous blogs, I have a well self-documented…
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Witnessing History
A small group of my family gathered at Fenway on September 30, 2017 with the hopes of watching the Red Sox win the AL East Division for the second year in a row.
My sisters Barbara and Pam; my brother-in-law Rick; my niece Ruth and her son, Liam, my great-nephew;
my nephew Scott; my cousin Don Jr., and my third cousin, Don’s son, Matthew, made a record number of my family gathered for a game,…
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Identifying Birds
I definitely need a better lens for my camera. I tried blowing up pictures of birds, but I didn’t get very good results.
Using Merlin, the program from Cornell, I sent this picture and was told that it was possibly a White-Breasted Nuthatch. Most of the pictures show the bird to have more blue than I have seen, though I do tend to let my camera do most of my remembering, and the camera doesn’t…
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Time to Purge Photos
I have another hour to wait for my 7:30 a.m. flight. Might as well free some space up. My phone is so stuffed, it won’t let me take any more photos.
Three reasons to go back to Boston.
By midnight October, I don’t imagine there will be much left of my garden. Hopefully Sylvia will pick beans.
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Run-in With a Buck
Run-in With a Buck
I hate seeing dead dear on the side of the road. I worry about them darting in front of my car. Knock on wood.
My dogs have had a few run-ins with the deer, especially this time of the year when Apples and Pears are ready and plentiful. Typically the dogs give deer room.
Sometimes no one is paying attention. I saw Ricky standing at the end of the drive at the gate, and then I saw a buck get…
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I am Not as Smart as I Used to Be
I am Not as Smart as I Used to Be
Either I am not as smart as I used to be or computers are more complex than they used to be.
Last year I made the mistake of frying my MacBook Air with water. I hadn’t spilled a liquid near a computer in more than twenty years, not since I spilled milk on a Register-Guard new Mac in the photography department. I expected Carl Davaz to tear into me, but merely said, “there’s no sense crying over…
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Sleepy Little Coastal Town of Rockaway Beach
Sleepy Little Coastal Town of Rockaway Beach
I loved everything about being in Rockaway Beach, Oregon for a week. The houses; the ones that I had been meticulously cared for, battling against the elements of the harsh salty air.
I could even forgive the architectures for creating boxes. I could live in a box, even a shoe box if it’s on the ocean like this one.
Being on the beach is always filled with Joy. Seldom, if ever, do I witness…
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Perfect Place
I no longer can remember how many days I have been in Rockaway Beach at the Oregon Writers Coonyhouse.
Jane and I were the first to arrive. The drive from Portland to Tillamook County gave us a chance to get to know each other.
Sunday, Monday,Tuesday
Wednesday
Today
I feel guilty for not having my dogs.
The beauty surrounds me.
I’ve even fallen in love with the homes. My Oregon State University…
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A little bit of This And That (Working Title)
A little bit of This And That (Working Title)
It’s not a great sign that I can’t even produce a creative title. It should at least represent something to do with the coast or Rockaway Beach, or the amazing Colonyhouse log cabin I’m staying at. But my brain feels a bit dehydrated. I may have to plead for your patience. Again. Who knows. Maybe once I get writing, I can limber up and come up with something halfway entertaining. Who am I…
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A License and a Change of Title
A License and a Change of Title
The other day I was sitting on the bus going home from a University of Oregon football game. The Ducks had just beat the Nebraska Cornhuskers and everyone was in a chatty mood.
The Day had started chilly, as it ought to be in September, but turned rather warm, forcing me to carry the UO letterman’s coat. It’s Sylvia’s coat, and she lets me wear it on special occasions.
A nearby passenger asked me…
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