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Sit and Listen
It’s morning as I begin writing this and I just came in from spending time in the backyard. If the neighbors who saw me yesterday, caught sight of me again this morning, they’d swear I slept in my clothes because what I’m wearing looks the same. Years ago I started buying 5-packs of men’s V-neck…
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Pajamas All Day
The dogs went wild, running and barking at the front door. I didn’t hear a sound while reading The Creative Cure, by Jacob Nordby and hadn’t realized it was after 10:00 am. The mail lady was dropping off my third and last pair of sneakers. Of course, I’m still wearing my pajamas, fuzzy robe and…
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A Vintage Soul
I love vintage items. Even if I buy something new it feeds my heart more if it has simple lines with a vintage flair. My favorite flower is the Hydrangea and I do a lot of my writing on a vintage typewriter, so things from the past feed my soul. I enjoy doing things by…
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The One-Eighty
Taking in my surroundings, I note a wisp of dog hair that was missed by yesterday’s vacuuming, or it’s a new one that formed overnight. The mini-blind on the window in front of me is hanging crooked. The right side is lower than the left, so I walked over and straightened it, then did a…
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Out of Darkness
The paint was wearing off of the front porch exposing the bare wood to the elements. A friend advised that my landlord needs to protect his investment, so I took her comment to heart and emailed him with photos of the sad shape it was in. He replied with, “Is there any paint?” I had…
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It’s Yours for the Taking
There’s a quote on a chalkboard hanging in the hallway that says, “Take what you have and make it what you want.” The chalkboard has a few quotes listed, but that one is read each night before bed as I mentally recap my day. I’ve been outside scrubbing mold and mildew off my front porch…
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Take Care of Less
My daughter moving out last year has changed every aspect of my life. Being perpetually single I realized there’s no one to take care of for the first time in my life except me. It’s not a negative by any means, but it’s different. I heard the sound of the big truck pull into the…
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What a Saturday Morning Feels Like
I did something this morning that I haven’t done in a very long time. I sat down in one of the overstuffed Parson chairs, grabbed my red throw to cover my legs and read a few pages from a book that’s laying on my table of books. I believe a writer should be surrounded by…
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Trust the Process
I purchased a vintage typewriter. I’ve longed for one all year, but this grew to be more than a longing in September. It was a process because I didn’t realize the multitudes of choices. After thorough research I surmised this criteria used to take the majority of them out of the running. They needed to…
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Finding Water
There’s a rooster learning to crow and it sounds nearby. My neighbor across the street showed me her baby chickens months ago, but that’s the thing about baby chicks. You don’t know what you have until they grow. Another neighbor drove by at 8:15 on a Saturday morning. I remember those days when the kids…
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Welcome to the Next Chapter
The first time I saw it was on a walk to the postal store to purchase stamps. Peering through the storefront window at the concrete floor smeared with dust, I assumed the space was being renovated. There was a massive, wood work table encompassing the middle of the room and then, over to the side,…
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The Sound of Comfort
I’m breaking one of my own rules. The rule was to not drink coffee after 2:00 pm, but here we are at 3:15 pm, savoring a fine cup of cold brew. It was intentional and feels rebellious, but some rules are made to be broken dependent of the day. I woke up early because I’ve…
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