Category: Monday
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A Blog Break…
As we approach the thick of it in this moving process (calendar thick with last goodbye dinners of various groups, rooms thick with stacked boxes, brain thick with…well, just thick), there will be a brief break between these blog posts. I’ll pick them back up mid-July or so, maybe sooner as I will be itching…
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Mind the Gap…
As we edge closer to our move date, a gap widens. Friends say our departure will leave a hole. I understand, having grieved friendship-shifts as some of my own buddies have moved away. I’m not sure which is harder, the leaving or the being left. Consider a life as a piece of fabric. If one…
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Seasoned…
Next month we will be moving very close to one daughter (the other one lives across the world). Not as close as “Everybody Loves Raymond,” but close enough for the need to set some boundaries, like texting before popping over. We are excited about this new season in life, a big circle from 25 years…
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A Post Revisit on Seventeen Minutes…
The following was previously posted in March, 2023. I hope you enjoy the rerun (as I continue to pack and prepare for a move). What brings you joy? What would you choose to do if you were magically given two extra hours one week? For me it would be active music (passive music is always…
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Untethered…
We are moving across the state (it’s a big one). I’m up to the task of culling things to simplify the move, but the brain chatter of what to keep, toss or donate makes for sleepless nights. Harder still is the slow and sad process of saying goodbye to our friends, communities and activities that…
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May, Oui!…
May might be my favorite month. Our family celebrates a birthday, Mother’s Day and an anniversary. May is flowery, bright and full-on Spring. It also ushers in millions of mosquitoes and fruit flies, but I’ll share (even as I swat those pesky biters). When I was a kid, my mom told us about May Day…
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Wool Gathering…
Wool gathering gets a bad rap. The phrase has come to mean mindless daydreaming. It is derived from an ancient practice of gathering bits of wool left behind on fences and bushes by grazing sheep which would yield little reward from a handful of tufts. Here I picture a proper young woman from the era…
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Opposite Land…
Mini fantasies can be pretend visits to unknown worlds that satisfy some interior itch. Recently I thought about spending a day in Opposite Land, turning nagging complaints into expressions of joy. But Opposite Land is all-inclusive. Every switch is toggled to the other side, not just a chosen few like in the child’s Opposite Day…
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One Hundred Percent…
I love/hate the ubiquitous response “a hundred percent.” It efficiently communicates a strong point, but it’s a bit lazy. Much like “same,” “seriously,” and going way back, “far out.” One hundred is nice and round, two zeros next to a one like eyes looking around a corner. 100% means 100 of 100 is represented. It…
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ELAN Blog Sabbatical…
ELAN Blog is taking a brief “sabbatical,” even though it is unpaid, while I dedicate this week to revising draft three of novel number two. Thanks for continuing to read this WordPress Monday post and Friday quote and my Substack Wednesday essays if you subscribe to those. You’ll find fresh words and thoughts on all…
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