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Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock:  2017-33

A cold caught me last weekend.  I’ve been battling with it ever since.  Today I feel the only thing left is the August allergy ailments. Since it’s past mid-September, and the August allergy ailments are just beginning, I count that as a good thing.  Perhaps that explains why my reasons to rejoice this week are unduly centered around my upper respiratory system. Here are a few things that make me snort for joy this week. .Saline solutions and a battery operated Netty Pot. I thought the Netty was some sort of torture.  Love-One swears by it.  I finally got on…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-32

I cannot think of Labor Day weekend without recalling a bumper sticker I saw years ago: In 1906, when The Jungle was published, Upton Sinclair hoped to highlight the deplorable working conditions of the meat-packer workers.  We’ve come a long way in protecting people on the job, since the days of Sinclair.  Still, I like to pause on Labor Day and remember that not so long ago, weekends were just a normal workday.  And still, today, even on this weekend to rest from our labors, many people are working, and many are doing so in substandard conditions, for less than a living…

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: 2017-29

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…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2007-28

A month ago I woke up at dawn.  If the windows were open, the birds were already singing at full volume.  This morning it’s pitch dark, and my companion, as I start my writing, is a rusty moth, batting at the window begging to come in.  The coolness of the night reminds me of camping trips from my Michigan youth.  Such fond memories of vacations, sleeping outside, walking to the Dairy Queen, and cleaning skillets with beach sand. Surely, I began life as a blessed child. In no particular order, here are a few more reason, I feel blessed: The…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock:  2017-27

I can hardly believe I’ve been a photo-journalist for over 2 years, now, and I’ve been consulting at Adello for 20 weeks.  My oh my, my life has changed since I became retired.  My life is busier than ever.  And I’m still packing in plenty of fun.  Let’s see… here, in no particular order are just a few highlights from my week. We got two new Koi for the water garden.  Yes, the heron finally got the two we had for ten years. The babies each nearly lept out of the tank at the store, earning them the names: Leapininski…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock: 2017-26

To me, last Monday seems like a month ago.  I got a bit of “flash fiction” finished for Friday, and forgot to post it because as soon as I hit the door… well, I really don’t have any excuse except that I got busy doing something else and I forgot.   I got something done that I really wanted to do, and I knew would make me feel a lot better, but avoided because I hate cleaning. I do love clean, though, which, I suppose, seems like a paradox.  Come to think of it, who doesn’t like clean more than…

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