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From stare to pounce and church mousin’
I am tired. I am tired and actually wondered if there is a nice family with a farm somewhere, with miles of soft fenced in grass for Butters to run and pounce in – and wi-fi so my son will visit her....
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Day 1 sans Nic: Tired!
Did NOT sleep well last night. Partly due to the excitement of the day – partly due to the Plane Stalker Tracker website that I kept refreshing into the wee hours of the morning. I watched a little...
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Day 3 sans Nic: Still tired!
Sitting on the couch forcing myself to write this post. I don’t want to go from ‘Day one’ to ‘Nic’s back!’ I’m waiting for that moment that I come home or AM home and catch up on the rest that always...
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Musings from the Laundromat: ‘Green Blue and Red things’ Edition
Came SO close to not coming today. I’ve been ill since Christmas, yesterday I felt a lot better after becoming one with the couch all day, only throwing clothes on for my weekend job. This morning I...
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Musings from the Laundromat: Mops, Larks and Clowns edition
The thing about blogging on any consistent basis – is you end up with something akin to a journal that anyone can read. Good days and bad – you’re basically reading my diary. That’s fine by me – but I...
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The first 12 of 45
I fell asleep last night wondering if musicians get goosebumps or tear up when they play their best songs live. I thought this after getting goosebumps and tearing up to this. Comfortably Numb, live....
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Gently into water
The thing is … lately I feel like I’ve been ‘wrapping things up’. Letting those who mean something to me know it. Giving back treasured memories of the past to the people they belong to. My writing has...
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Musings from the Laundromat: Loud Little Red & Quiet Pink Edition
First 15 minutes in here were jarring. I’m literally in the shirt I slept in, hair thrown into a braid. This after my intended replied to my “I’m tired …” with “Yeah, you look tired.” Don’t you love...
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