So. I was walking past the farmer…s….’s…s’ porch door (label depending, of course, on the number of farmers who gather there, or how many... Read More
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… on being in it together
The greys, the blacks, the blues, the reds They land amongst my flower beds All covered now, with mounds of white A singing songing... Read More
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… on the flight attendant
That’s me. No, not in the pic. The pic was actually taken the other day, of my favorite little harbor in Maine, Cosy Harbor... Read More
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… on the bistro in winter
Heeeeeeeee’s baaaaaaaaaaack. Oh, I know. This… this is what I saw when I stepped outside, onto the farmers porch, the other morning. Side note: Houzz... Read More
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… on the peace of the present
I took this pic in the pink light of early this morning. It’s not a perfect shot of the dove’s head, but that was... Read More
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… on that marie kondo
I am not Marie Kondo. But I could be Marie Kondo. Nah, just kidding. I will never be Marie Kondo. For one, she seems to... Read More
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… on insta-dad
I’m not even going to try to cutely ease into this one. JoHn* is on Instagram. No, no. It’s tragic. Like, for me. For... Read More
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… on looking up
When the writer Anne Lamott was 48 hours away from becoming sixty-one years old, she wrote down “every single thing I know as of... Read More
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… on the hat
When the kids were much less tall than they are today, we often read a book by Jan Brett, called The Mitten. It was… well,... Read More
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… on die hard (or dying laughing)
Apparently, we are not alone. I’m not talking about the possibility of life on other planets (that’s already settled science). I’m talking about the... Read More
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… on christmas beacons
Oh yes. The day after Thanksgiving was, as it always is, Decorating Day. Decorating Day is a National Holiday for Dingles (no, seriously, it... Read More
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… on thank you pies
Yesterday I went to the local YMCA (‘The Y’) to walk with my friends. We’ve been alternatively walking and lifting/pushing/complaining (a.k.a., ‘the weight machines’)... Read More