The dragonflies. They’re back. And, Houston? We have a problem. Because I think I’m running an un-permitted brothel. I know. Madam Dingle. It’s like a bunch of sex-crazed... Read More
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… on sidetracked time and a frazzled day
Buckle up. Yesterday started out pretty normal except when the alarm in my head went off several hours before the alarm on my phone went off and the alarm... Read More
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… on rebellious processing
Yesterday was gorgeous here on the island. The sun rose over a lowering tide, and I was later than usual to answer the call outside. I took a walk... Read More
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… on suddenly autumn
We got to Maine this year, accompanied by our furniture, clothing, and far too many large, plastic containers stuffed with everything from Christmas decorations to a single can of Campbell’s... Read More
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… on shoulds and sharks
Okay. See that above? That is a completely legal, totally licensed piece of art that I made up when I first began justponderin-dot-com. The image is appropriate for today, because... Read More
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… on attention deficit during an eclipse
Didja hear?! There was an eclipse! No, I’m not kidding – it happened yesterday. It wasn’t widely reported so only a few people who had cosmotological… wait… climate-ological… okay... Read More
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… on caring and therapy from beyond
Fred was Grampa’s dog. Well, I mean, we fed him and took him to the vets and stuff. But he was Grampa’s dog. It was probably the milk bones.... Read More
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… on a phone stack inspired ramble
Yesterday we – Gabe, Sam, Disney-Princess-Avery, and I – headed over to Freeport-Maine-Home-of-LLBean-and-many-other-outlet-stores. And in between making Sam try on shorts, awaiting our approval, Avery’s search for the perfect tote bag,... Read More
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… on this happening
Was it really two weeks ago… That I was fluffing your dress, my beautiful daughter Daddy’s little girl. Did it all really happen… Realizing it was just an hour... Read More
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… on other people’s – and dog’s – poop
Here at The Inn* we have many many flowers. And blades of grass. And also dogs. Two of them. Pee’ing and pooping machines they are (the dawgs, not the... Read More
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… on clarity in the midst of bustling joy
The day before yesterday… was it the day before yesterday? I don’t even know. Anyway, one of the days before today, I was writing about our trip to Monhegan... Read More
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… on what (and when) we cannot see
A few days ago, we tumbled out of bed early to make the ferry to Monhegan Island. Mac, Jack, Klack, Lack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack and I… Fine.... Read More