Friday again
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Seems like the year is flying past
I’ve yet to go back to knitting group after the school holidays as
something always comes up on a Wednesday
This week ...
The Genius Under the Table
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*The Genius Under the Table by Eugene Yelchin (Juvenile Biography)*
The Genius Under the Table is bleak but also strangely cozy at times. It’s
hopeful, ...
Benched
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*An intimate performance that ruminates on athleticism within a disabled
body*
*“I don’t think of myself as a sporty person. I didn’t think I’d be
d...
Slinko's Mouth
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I'm so relieved for Slinko. Here's his upper left canine. He had all
three remaining canines removed. Look at the tip! Poor guy! He should
feel so mu...
G’dye myte
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* Mrs. RWP and I celebrated our 59th anniversary last week by going to
Australia. Well, not really, but what Americams consider, whether rightly
...
Signs from the Road: Chapter 3
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January 24
Provincetown MA
Janet and I have decided to start our road trip today, a day early, even if
all we do is drive thirty minutes to Orleans and ...
RONNI BENNETT'S LEGACY -- AGING FUTURE TALK
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Having expressed I may occasionally share here excerpts with links to
pertinent writings from "Time Goes By" (TGB) blog of deceased Ronni Bennett
(RB), I f...
Getting Closer
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Once again I am back to let you know how I am doing.
I had surgery to remove the cancerous tumor from my breast. I went into
surgery in the morning and wa...
Sunday Selections #582
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*Sunday Selections* was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as
an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos
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Safe Places
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My wife and I drove into Philadelphia so I could get fitted for a
custom brace for my arthritic ankle. I don't know if it'll do any good; but
it's w...
The Rhine Valley
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We spent a relaxing afternoon laying in lounge chairs watching castles go
by. Then we were treated with an afternoon tea and Rudesheimer Kaffee made
wi...
Dad 2022
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In 1972, my father—J. V. Gramlich—died on this date. Of a heart attack. I
was 13. He was 58. He seemed old to me at the time but so much younger now.
I h...
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I sit outside
The wind chills me
Clouds slowly fly by
Peeking at me between swaying trees
I notice some little white and pink flowers
Their beauty ...
An Advent Sermon
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Mary’s Love
December 12, 2021
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y9PAA5tsuaQ
I’d like you to think about the video we saw, where we have Mar...
Duke of Edinburgh Died Peacefully
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The Queen's husband has died, peacefully in his sleep. He had a long and
full life, just short of a century-long by a couple of months. Well done,
Sir, ...
The Final Post
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This is my last post. I haven't blogged much over the past year or so and
I've decided to bring closure to what was once an important part of my
life. Th...
Never Too Late To Learn New Tricks
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I'm half way through completing a degree in Music Production and am
absolutely loving every minute.
One more year and I will be a fully fledged Producer, ...
Slow food
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I've had a strange summer. In mid June I fell while getting out of an
elevator, in a rush to get to my hotel room after a loud, noisy, crazy
family party....
Ridgeland Roadhouse
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*From the Don Jackson Collection*
"A small buidling is home to a restaurant in Ridgeland." -- Library caption.
Get your Schlitz here. And your home cooked...
This is a better than average shot of Peggy because she's not wearing her usual photo-face (not too badly, anyway). As for Brewsky, there is no way to take a bad photo of him. Peggy sometimes sits and stares at him for the better part of an hour because he's so beautiful.