Archive for February 2019

SnowBird

There is an oxymoronic twist to attaining the age of sixty-five. A person is then eligible for Medicare, which greatly reduces the monthly health insurance expenses – WONDERFUL – but it also means you are NOW sixty-five! Yikes. It’s a crock of s…, okay I’m not going to say it, but I’m sure thinking it…

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My Girls

From the response I’ve received, I can tell my readers are enjoying my sister Penny’s art, so for the time being, I will continue to share her work. The one pictured below is one of the earliest drawings we have found so far, done before she graduated high school. There are still three more portfolios…

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A Stranger in My Home

The list of things I need and want to do keeps getting longer and I am functioning at ‘molasses in January’ speed. This isn’t working out. I have a bathroom project, taxes, writing, yard work, a book project for my sister’s art, and estate planning items to finish up. I like to check things off…

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Penny’s Art

We’ve had such a mild winter, unlike the millions back east, out west, and up north who have been pummeled with record snow and ice. It was warm enough to work in the yard this week. I cut down spent perennials from last season, and noticed green sprouts all over the place. Iris, and the…

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More Memories

Progress. We made some organizational decisions in my parent’s house and that helps the sorting process. On my next trip, I believe we’ll be able to reduce the storage units from three to two. Another load of clothing has gone to charity. I almost said final load, but after that trip we found more clothes…

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The Process!

We drove to the mountains on a fifty degree day. There was not much snow where we went, but we were surprised by a sudden snow squall as we hiked. We saw it in the distance behind us and I truly thought we had an hour before it reached us. No no no, with in…

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The Vortex!

How the days fill up and flit by. I am left feeling I’m in a tiny tornado. Time is flying. I think when you’re a kid, time rides on a donkey cart. When you have kids, you realize your cart is now a train, and by the time grandkids come along, it found a jet…

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