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1,000 Words worth: 2017-32

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Regular readers might remember Ray and Marla from another photo I took along my commute.  To refresh your memory or you want to start from the beginning, click here.  I only looked back to make sure I got the names right and then again, after I finished writing this post, so I could insert the link.  Hmmm….  I wonder what’s up with birds and these two fictional characters. “So,” Ray said it like that little word explained everything; not a question, but a statement. Marla looked up from her mending. “You know…

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…

1,000 Words worth: 2017-31

Each Friday,  To find out more click here. Regular readers might remember Ray and Marla from another photo I took along my commute.  To refresh your memory, click here.  I only looked back to make sure I got the names right and then again, after I finished writing this post, so I could insert the link.  Hmmm….  I wonder what’s up with birds and these two fictional characters.     “How much longer?” Ray tugged at the neck of her Outsider. Marla hinged at the waist and held both Ray’s hands in hers. “You wanted to a bird,” she said.…

Meeting Style in the NOW

Last week I attended the Writing Chicago conference.  I had a crazy busy week last week for many reason.  It was the end of the month.  I faced both newspaper deadlines and I had to get everything done two days in advance, so I could be in the moment at the conference, with no interfering brain waves or competing agendas.  I’m also preparing for a flute duet at a local music festival. It’s just a little thing, but I want to do well.  As

 (I’d beg to differ, but it is all in my control, now isn’t it?)

So, I trusted everything would work out.  It did. In an unexpected way. Being here NOW has it’s ups and downs.

 

I mapped out my route to Writing Chicago on the Metra.  It would take me as long on the train as by car, if I had smooth sailing through traffic.  That’s a no-brainer.  It’s Construction Season. I’d be traveling during rush-hour.  Metra is by far my best bet. Transfer at Oglivy Station, take the northbound to Evanston.  I’ll easily get my 10,000 steps in to meet my FitBit goal. Plus, lots of time to read, while I’m on the train.

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