On the fritz

Our refrigerator is on the fritz. It has gone on strike. In other words, my stainless steel, state of the art kitchen tool is not pulling its weight. Two years ago, after thorough research, we paid a lot of money to an appliance company for a dependable fridge, one that keeps foods cold or frozen…

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Toiletrized

I discovered why there is a toilet paper shortage. Everybody wants to blame the problem on this thing called a pandemic. That never made sense to me, still doesn’t. It seems more sensible that consumers would be far more concerned with eating than wiping when it comes to fear of shortages.  Anyway, I experienced the…

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Wild about flowers

If I could be a flower, what blossom would I choose to be? Go ahead, laugh. But I’ve considered this question ever since wildflowers greeted me at my West Virginia castle a few weeks ago. The deep purples and bright yellows winked at me from between thin blades of grass at the border of the…

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The art of sitting still

I could use a tutorial on the art of sitting still. I’m no good at it. The last few weeks have reminded me that the person I am feels more comfortable when moving. I’ve come to realize that I sit quietly, without moving, only when I’m reading or watching a movie. Unless the book hypnotizes…

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No guilt here

Last week, I stopped at the drive-thru window at T & L Hotdogs in Bridgeport, WV, and I ordered a hotdog, just one.  I drove to my “castle” above the lake, settled-in at the table on our porch, and took my time as I peeled the thin paper away from my treat. I consumed the…

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Duck Tales

Some people take up birdwatching for a hobby. I’ve been duck-watching. Or, maybe the ducks I think I am watching are watching me. A few weeks ago, Gary and I walked out of our front door to find two mallards relaxing in our front yard. The male, his shimmering green hood held high, sat close…

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Rise and unwind

Ask and I’ll tell you that I’m a morning person, but if you knew my A.M. routine, you might disagree. I’m a morning person, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for me to roll out of bed. It’s even more difficult when deep sleep embraces me or when a dream feels real or when the…

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Forevermore

On a blue sky, sunshine-filled day with zero to few clouds I turn my eyes to the sky and say to anyone who may or may not be listening, “There it is—my favorite color.” Few will remember that about me, and that’s OK. What I recall about people in my life—past and present—is sometimes interesting,…

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