Monthly Archives: September 2015

HALFWAY – ALL THE WAY

When I was ten I wanted to play the drums. I dreamed of a big round drum upon which I would bang and bang.   But my mother’s inquiry into this business yielded a 10” square board on top of … Continue reading

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THE GRIDDLE AND THE GRILL

I did not know which one I would use – the griddle or the grill.   I often fiddle with the griddle but still, I often prefer the grill.   The thrill of using the grill is not what it … Continue reading

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PUMPKIN PIE

I am about to make my FIFTH PUMPKIN PIE in the past two months.   We don’t need it for it’s calorific and yet I will buy some cool whip to top it off.   I have never been a … Continue reading

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WATCHING SUNSETS

Most early evenings when I watch sunsets these days I am aware of the ball of fire moving slightly to the south touching trees again it has not touched for months.   As each day goes by I note and … Continue reading

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Isness

“It is what it is” and sometimes that’s too bad – though it could also be a blessing.   I never heard “It is what it is” ’til I got old and shared a lot with those who had as … Continue reading

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I CANNOT PROVE IT

There are times when I’ll dream about someone I haven’t thought about for years – someone long gone.   And occasionally that dream feels poignant and follows me around after I awaken and enter my routines that see me through … Continue reading

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THWARTED RECOLLECTIONS

Do you recall those times when we can’t recall but almost do?   When you know there’s a recollection there but it remains just below the surface and cannot name it?​   Your conscious mind is thwarted and you feel … Continue reading

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THE RACE

This time of year the heavy moistured air deposits massive dew upon our window panes.   By the time the dawn appears I see little dew drops racing down the glass looking competitive in my imagination.   The finish line … Continue reading

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