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Month: August 2017

Total eclipse of my heart

I’m still basking in the afterglow of the Solar Totality.  I wanted to go to the totality with my whole heart.  Loved-One did not.  With about as much intensity.  You see, we’d already derived 6 hours in the opposite directions to attend a family reunion.  “The traffic will be bad. We don’t have any glasses.  We don’t have anyplace to stay.” All logical arguments.  Loved-One gave them to me and to anyone nearby, as a rebuttal to my enthusiasm. “I have a plan,” I said.  I repeated my mantra, as if saying it would make it so. “So what’s your…

Pause, breathe, and take stock: 2017-31

Oh my, late to post again this week.  I had a list.  I did.  I began my list last Wednesday, noticing the wonderful and the miniscule things that bring me joy.  I thought I saved them; looked for them yesterday.  Now, I must start over from scratch.  Perhaps like my grocery lists, always left behind, the simple act of writing them down will help me remember what I wrote. Here are a few things that bring me joy this week, in no particular order: Cool evening, open windows, and night insects singing me to sleep. Twenty-one years of marriage to…

Pause, breathe, and take stock: 2017-30

This week I’m a day late with my effort to take a moment to pause and mention all the large and small things that bring me joy and perhaps a moment or two of celebration.  Not that I wasn’t thinking about it. I made a conscious choice to leave the keyboard in my satchel and enjoy the moments as they unfolded.  Perhaps you guessed where this science geek went during my usual Monday post.  That’s right.  I traveled about 7 hours south to observe the Totality of the solar eclipse.  Was it worth the trip?  A big resounding YES! Loved-One…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-29

  On Friday, I like to take an ordinary photo of something I’ve seen during the week and create a bit of flash fiction.  I call it 1,000 words worth, because,  you know, a picture is worth…. For more information, click here.   I remember the day I moved into my apartment.  I stepped onto the tiny balcony and scoffed inside. The tenant tried to sell the early morning light to me, as if the L-train platform and gaggle of commuters were visible. I could smell hot steel against the electric rail mixed with sweat as people ran to the…

You haven’t lived until you’ve jumped on a bog.

That’s what my college ecology teacher said years ago.  He was right.  Well, of course you’ve “lived,” still, a bog is quite an experience.  And a mosquito free experience.  You’d think all that water would be a breeding ground for all kinds of water bugs.  It turns out that there’s not enough oxygen and the water is too acidic.  In other words, a hostile environment for mosquitoes. Last week, the local bog, Volo Bog, celebrated International Bog Day.  I learned a lot more about bogs than I did in college.  Read about it here. I also learned a bit about…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-29

This week I received an unexpected delight.  My editor, Jenny, from Marengo Union Times, asked me to write an article about a fantastic gardener, Ginger Johnson.  She’s a second grade teacher who is starting back to school today.  So, she opted for an interview on Sunday, rather than waiting until Friday, my and her next available time.  Sunday morning, while I pulled weeds, I imagined Ginger doing the same.  Yup, she frantically pulled and preened.  She may have felt frantic, but her garden and her sense of humor showed a zen-like quality that set my whole week on a positive…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-28

On Friday, I like to take an ordinary photo of something I’ve seen during the week and create a bit of flash fiction.  I call it 1,000 words worth, because,  you know, a picture is worth…. For more information, click here. Mother Goose never thought she would end up like this. Imprisoned and forced to perform at the will of the State. “It’s not a political statement,” she hooted, looking down her nose a Robin. “Defamation of character,” tweeted Robin, popping around in front of Mother Goose’s prison cell. “You spoke the truth about Bo Peep, and that kid who…

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