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I love to sleep. As Ernest Hemingway so eloquently claims, “my life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” For example, just this morning, before I opened my eyes, I received a facetime call from my daughter Julie (I’m at the lake, she’s in the Bay Area house), and the image […]

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Family update, not that you asked, but I’m just getting over my PTS from last week, and I could use a little support from things that don’t slither or build webs. Even gratuitous interest is welcome. Something I knew, but conveniently forgot, three-year-olds scream. A lot. It’s sort of an ear-piercing howl that lingers in […]

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I feel compelled to share a few minor snafus that have recently befallen my life. In fact, it’s become my new hashtag. What happens at the lake, stays at the lake, and for damn good reason. Larry, Kelley, and I arrive at Clearlake a few days earlier than the rest of the clan to get […]

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Congested, crowded, over-capacity are words that currently describe my situation. So far this week I have learned that extending the bubble is an act of courage, there is a mysterious pain in my jaw, and for reasons unknown, I’m channeling Oscar Wilde. Here’s the deal, we’re all living in quarantine, but some of us are […]

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Is there such a thing as too much time on your hands? Yes, I believe so. And there is also a thing about balancing how you spend your precious time. Larry and I have been spending just about every waking hour together, and I’m discovering things about this man that I never knew, and believe […]

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You might think you have everything figured out, you’re batting a thousand, then life throws you a curveball, and no matter how fast or slow it comes at you, you have to decide in a split second how you’re going to manage the play. I tend to bunt. I used to think nothing will ever […]

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“Come closer, I want to show you something,” my hands are cupped and I’m leaning down towards a gaggle of unruly grandkids. They gather around, excited, pointing, reaching towards my hands. “What is in there Grammie?” “I want to see.” “Show us.” I make a big show of it, moving slowly, building the anticipation with […]

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  I’ve been struggling to write a post this week, because I believe this is a time for me to be silent, to listen, and learn, but I also believe the only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men (women) do nothing (attributed to Edmund Burke). I’ve been a student of […]

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“How you doing?” I asked my Mom this question at the beginning of almost every call, or visit, and her answer was always the same. “I’m fine,” even in her final days. This was not a conversation, it was a pattern, our pattern. I knew she was not fine. She knew she was not fine. […]

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  Can I tell you about my day? Good, because if I don’t let it out it’s going to escape in some other form, and at my age excessive flatulence is unbecoming. By midday I had written extra strength Tylenol on the grocery list three times. Most of you will agree, sheltering in place is […]