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Perilous P’s Past Pets #PetsInSpace
Pets were seamlessly woven into the fabric of my childhood, so much so that I have a hard time sorting out which pet happened when. (It’s an age thing. I’m waiting for that time when the past is closer than the present. Of course, when that happens I might not be able to type anymore.)…
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Hot August Nights
In my memory, every night in August was a hot August night. We didn’t have A/C or even ceiling fans back then. I can remember tossing and turning in bed, waiting for the night to get cool enough for sleep. I’d move around on my narrow bed, trying to find a cool spot, flipping my…
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A Mulling Monday
It’s Monday and I’m mulling. Or maybe I’m pondering. Nothing heavy. Because it’s Monday. The hubs photo of the Sno-Ball stand is what started the mulling and the pondering. Or maybe it nudged some that had been lingering at the back of my mind. Where I grew up (northern Wyoming), we called them snow cones,…
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A Door to the Past
I almost forgot I’d blogged before about doors, both closed and open. This door, of course, is on the Alamo, but it is a very cool door. This week I’m mulling a different door—one to my past. I went home this month and that door creaked open (not the one in the picture, the one…
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On Sunsets and Hope
When I was a little girl, the setting sun was a really large clock of sorts, indicating that play time was about to end. If we didn’t straggle home voluntarily, then the summons to supper, bath and bed would come from our Mom. Sometimes with a lot of emphasis. I loved summers, because the sun…