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Twelfth Morn
I hated to do it, but it needed to be done. I tossed out the final Christmas cookies, dipped pretzels, chex mix, and fudge. We had already eaten nearly all of the treats - and you can tell, because the pounds are all around me. Now, if I could only toss the poundage...
Living Life as a Miracle at an Airport
Oh-kay. Recently there were miracle posts and airplane posts and the two themes combined in a flash - done! Wait, there's more…this time we take you inside the airport terminal... We were returning from a trip to visit our families in the Midwest, arriving via plane...
Living Life as a Miracle: The eyes have it!
I wrote about Einstein's brain in a recent post, one of my pedantically-oriented writings (I 'know stuff' and like to share, but these sort of things don't come up in friendly talk, so I bring it up in blog). Because of Einstein's great brain, as well as his great...
Wired
I am wired differently than my husband, Larry. But that doesn't mean that either is wrong or right - or assuredly male or female. Or that he's bigger and better, though I affirm that he is. Or that either of us is left-brained/analytic vs right-brained/intuitive,...
Seasons’ knees
My mother's knees predicted weather changes with an accuracy shared with her other aggregate wisdom: well above 90%. TV weathermen should have listened to her. As my father did. Scientists don't understand all the mechanisms of weather-related pain, but leading theory...
Airline Conversation #3: “Let it snow!”
My husband used to travel extensively, flying about the country to market shrink wrap packaging, a product that changed the way the world shopped. Store lighting bounced off the clear plastic film fit closely around products, so that each seemed to have its own...
Oreos
What is your time worth? What can a buck buy these days? Certainly not a pack of gum at the convenience store/gas station where I paid $50.00 to fill up my Mini tank today. But before we grumble too much, as so many angry Americans do, let's keep in mind that 50 years...
Incredulous on an Airplane 2
You know what Irony is, don't you. It's the opposite of Wrinkly. But seriously, irony is a staple of a writer's life, a tone I grasp when engaged in conversation with others. What follows is one of the all-time best of my life. I was going to Indiana to visit my...
Incredible Airplane Tale: flash! This is not fiction!
I awaken at o-dark-thirty, yanked out of snore by overly frisky music. Aargh, I set my clock radio alarm last night, but somehow the dial got scrambled, and it’s not what I’d expected after the Madonna dance in my dreams. I stab the music off and slog through the...
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