My Ramblings
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budgie smugglers
Like junk mail, tedious epistolic family newsletters that arrive in my mailbox in pretty fat envelopes are immediately discarded. I love my family and friends, but don’t really want to know about their vacations, illnesses, and or the extra thimble added to their vast collection. But, there is one exception–the Archer epistles. While they are Read more
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my one-a-day’s
Oh, to have all of these every day! One oatmeal raisin cookie One 15-minute (or longer) massage One hour alone One glass of almost-frozen diet Pepsi One tropical fruit (anything but the ordinary banana) One hour in a jacuzzi (this hour may not be combined with the hour alone) One good hearty laugh One bar Read more
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taking abuse over azaleas
3:10 p.m. Husband emails this picture to kids and me. Subject line reads: Azaleas in Front of House 3:37 p.m.–Daughter responds: Over or under two years before Mom murders them? 3:38 p.m.–Son pipes in: Under. For sure. 3:39 p.m.–Husband joins the harassment: Over. Mom’s only allowed to look. 4:01 p.m.–I think to myself: I’m too Read more
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it’s hotter than?
A couple of weeks ago on an exceptionally hot spring day, I posted on Facebook: “It’s hotter than . . . (Tell me and keep it clean)” Here are the responses I got. (Below that are my comments). How would you say it? It’s hotter than . . . Delhi in July–Nora The president at an Read more
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jump rope? i used to could.
Growing up in Salisbury Park*, jumping rope was essential. One absolutely had to know how to jump rope to have a modicum of coolness. Up and down the road we went, jumping rope while reciting silly rhymes. Very often our fate and mate were determined by where in the rhyme we tripped over the rope. Yeah, Read more
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the cure for grumpiness
The clock was saying 3:33 p.m. I saw no good omen in the triple three play. I saw nothing optimistic about three-fourths of my day at work behind me. I saw no reason to focus on the joy of soon going home to cat and husband. All I knew was that my contract designer was Read more
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not frazzled by my bobby pins
You don’t have to know me. You just have to see me—-just once—-to understand my eternal need for a steady supply of bobby pins. And so, very early in our marriage, my very thoughtful husband bought me this gorgeous antique, cobalt blue jar to hold my bobby pins. This jar has traveled around the world with Read more
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a good day that got better
The day began as the Sabbath, giving it a jumpstart of goodness. Slept in. Had breakfast in bed. Read. Went to church. Cooked lunch with my son–a Sabbath ritual that’s super special to me. And then I found this at my doorstep. No note. Just a purple bag of yummies and purple flowers. The purple Read more
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10 things airports reveal about people
I’ve been people watching at airports for the past 24 hours. Here are my observations: 1. Parents traveling with three or more children yell a lot. 2. Fathers traveling alone with a brood are like sad pandas that have given up on ever finding a succulent bamboo reed again. 3. Women traveling in really short Read more
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way to go, finnish air
We Indians expect other countries to top this! _______________Photo by Saksham Gangwar on Unsplash Read more
SAYS FYL 