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Swanning

I’m a hard working person, perhaps obsessively so. I tend to think, “Once I get ____ done, then I can relax, get together with my friends, go horseback riding – in other words, after the work comes the fun and not one moment before. The only problem is that once I finish ____, there’s always…

While She Gets Weary

While She Gets Weary

Not to sound morose or overly dramatic, but there are some moments that it seems I can literally feel myself dying. Of course, we all are dying in a way as we age. But generally, we don’t FEEL it — the body going cell by cell. Oops! There goes another one!

A View From the Potting Shed

A View From the Potting Shed

My general stress level makes me wonder how I manage to be mistaken for a normal, functioning human being from day-to-day. Wait, I do generally look normal and functioning, don’t I? Floating down the river last Saturday was a wonderful moment of escape from an ordinary life, but I can’t get out and do that…

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Let sleeping dogs lie. That’s what I’m thinking as I look at Latte snuggled next to me. She is flexing her toes and readjusting herself from being curled up into a basketball to stretching like an archer’s bow. Java is curled up next to Steve on the loveseat. She appears to be enjoying the blanket…

Leaving a Mark

Leaving a Mark

Is there anyone out there who doesn’t want to leave their own individual mark in the world? There are the literal marks, like the graffiti I saw in New York. And I’ve found this Electric Man on a few utility boxes around town. We’re not quite as colorful or imaginative in the burbs. And I pass…