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“An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger. ”

“An intellectual snob is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture and not think of The Lone Ranger. ”

Snow flurries passing through are predicted then 44˚. That’s a wild weather day. Is it winter? Not this month it hasn’t been, but chills are on the way. Daytime will be in the 30’s starting tomorrow and nights will be even colder. My first watch had Cinderella on its face. I was seven years old, and it was a First Communion present from my aunt who had taught me to tell time. When I turned 50, my…

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"Whoever snatched my formerly reliable, sharp short-term memory: I'd like it back now, please."

“Whoever snatched my formerly reliable, sharp short-term memory: I’d like it back now, please.”

Last night it poured. I fell asleep to the pounding on my roof and to the tremendous wind. It truly howled. This morning I woke to another dark, rainy day. It will be warm. Right now it is 49˚. The low will be 40˚. Winter has gone on hiatus for a few days. When I was a kid, I did my homework at the kitchen table every day. I remember memorizing the times tables, spelling words and the Baltimore…

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“If you can't find an answer at the mall or the library, what does that say about the world?”

“If you can’t find an answer at the mall or the library, what does that say about the world?”

Yesterday I was the victim of a big cheat. The day stayed ugly and rainy. Not once was I tempted to go outside. I called my sister a couple of times, but she wasn’t home. She called me later and said since it was such a lovely day she had gone to church fairs. I thought she was being sarcastic. Nope! Her weather was sunny and 60˚ all day. What’s with that? Last night was murder night. I watched…

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"Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness. "

“Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness. “

It is warmer today than it has been. I didn’t gasp from the cold when I went to get the papers. It is around 40˚  and will even be a bit warmer tomorrow; however, the cold will be back with a vengeance on Tuesday so these warm days are a bit of a gift from fickle Mother Nature. Gracie and I have a few things to do today so I’m glad for the winter warmth. My heat is forced hot air. I hear the…

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“They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.”

“They talked on into the early morning, the high, pale cast of light in the windows, and they did not think of leaving.”

Yesterday it rained all day and into the evening. Much of the snow is gone and whatever is left is sad-looking, beaten down and dirty. A whole section of my backyard has reappeared, and in the front I can even see sections of my lawn on both sides of the house. The first things I saw when I went to get the papers were the white buds of the snowdrops by the steps. That made me glad. I know now the…

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“Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.”

The sun has appeared, disappeared and reappeared. I totally understand why even the sun is despairing. Who’d want to hang around stuck in what feels like a polar weather pattern? We even have a morning breeze making the day feel colder. The dead leaves…

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