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Midnight Conversations

12:00 AM Stewart the Cat:  “Meow. Ha ha ha. You’re doomed. Meow.” John Doe the Mouse: “Eek.  No no no. Eek eek.” Me:  “Honey, wake up.” Him: “Unhn. ” Me:  “Honey, wake up.” Him:  “Okay.” 12:02 AM Stewart: “Meow. You can’t escape. Meow.” John Doe: “Eek. Eek.  I will run under the bed. Eek.” Me: …

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Starting From The Bottom

It’s time to think about downsizing. My husband and I live in a very big house. It’s just gorgeous, but it is becoming too much – too much maintenance, too much cleaning, and too much taxes.  As I join my husband in retirement, we can see that it is time to simplify our lives. As …

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Defining Joy

Yesterday a friend remarked to me that he wished he had more joy in his life. I felt bad for him. My own day was filled with joy. When I woke up I felt the warmth of my cat who had nestled himself behind the crook of my knee. I showered with my favorite fragrant …

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But We’re Safe

Maybe I can just ignore it, and I can fall asleep anyway, and not have to deal with it until tomorrow, I think. It’s such a little thing. Hardly noticeable, I think. See, Hubby can sleep. I’m being ridiculous, I think. I can count it, like counting sheep. It will make be drowsy, I think. …

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Whizz-Bang

Today we cleaned, bagged, and froze twenty pounds of strawberries. We have strawberries and/or blueberries every morning. Healthy breakfasters, that’s us. So Hubby picked about thirty pounds of strawberries in the past week.(Five pounds already in the freezer; five pounds already through our digestive systems, so twenty pounds to fix today.) I love picking strawberries, …

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What Would Wilma Flintstone Do?

Two Sundays ago, as we lingered over a sixth cup of coffee, we happened to look out the window and realized that we had company. We were very excited to see our visitor.  Although we were glad that he didn’t knock on the door, and he may have lumbered around the patio just a bit …

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My Favorite Things (Part 2)

My housecleaning diversion this weekend:  What five possessions would I save if my house were on fire? (Assuming my husband, my kitties and my family photos were all safe, of course.) In my last post, I revealed my one big item – one thing that I could enlist my husband to help carry:  My antique …

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These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things (Part One)

We’ve all had the discussion. Sometimes spurred by a TV show, or an article in a magazine. Most likely, though, after several beers at the local bar. What would you save if your house was on fire? First let’s eliminate the obvious. OF COURSE, I would save my little pets. And my family photo albums. …

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Feline Issues

My old cat is driving us crazy. She was our neighbor’s cat. But our neighbor had some personal issues, and somehow her little kitten got lost in the shuffle. Cats are not like dogs. So often, dogs are loyal even to mean or neglectful owners. Cats are more like, “Oh you’re too busy for me? …

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The Sounds Of Silence

Once in a while I read about someone who is accused of some crime, and as a result is under house arrest. My first reaction is: “Sweet!” I love staying home. As I write this, it is Saturday afternoon, and I could go out and do a dozen nice things. But I am sitting in …

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