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As I was starting this post, Dan says I should rename it to “Happy Days”. He’s right! We enjoyed those days, and we’re still savoring the days with grown children (3 sons and 1 daughter). If you happen to not have kids of your own, I hope you can get to know and cherish the…
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It’s winter, I live in a condo, and I no longer shovel snow. I used to like shoveling snow, especially if no one had walked on it, tamping it down. It was exhilarating exercise in the fresh air, and useful. Sometimes, I kept going and did the older-than-me neighbor’s walks. In that case, the neighbor…
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These days, my nails are bare. They’re clean, filed and moisturized with a dab of olive oil, funneled into a teeny bottle that Amy N. gifted the Neary girls with one New Year’s Eve, filled with almond oil, at the time. It was inside a noisemaker, so fun! As a teenager in the 1960’s, nail…
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This little transcription of events are completely true. I was writing a letter to my husband, Dan, who was away for a long time (a week or 2) on business in Japan. I really wanted him to know how our days at home (12115 Farnam St.) were going. I think I also wanted to document…
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Thanks for joining me! “The sun will not rise or set without my notice, and thanks.” Winslow Homer
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