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Bumble Be Big
“Bumble”. He’s 14 months young, … and huge. Walking by his rather small car cradle the other day outside Sam’s Club, I was drawn to Bumble’s puppy face. You would’ve been, too, had the owner’s permission been granted in your favor as well. The kind gentleman loading boxes of goodies into the back of a… Read more
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Enjoying the Fine Line
This is a wonderful arrangement of, “How Great Thou Art”. Mark Hayes has to be one of my favorite writers / composers of piano music. His ability to transfer musical ideas into playable, albeit moderate to advanced, finger-fun keyboard merriment is nearly unmatched. I search out his works. My library is stuffed full of well-creased,… Read more
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They’re Little, Little
It’s not uncommon to see a family of deer in our neighborhood. Usually four – a mom, dad, and two fawns. They wander about in back yards, a local graveyard, grassy areas surrounding evening walkabouts, and an elementary playgrond. During this particular evening, an after dinner stroll was, apparently, necessary near our high school. The… Read more
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Is It Just Me?
It can’t be just me. Driving for most of all forty-five years since giving up my skateboard at age sixteen – as most sexagenarians – I’ve been successful at staying in my own lane. Save a few miles of mishaps and minor ticket travesties, vehicular events have been .. well .. uneventful and mundane. Here… Read more
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What’s the Good Word?
Dad has a difficult time finding the right words most times. “It’s just not coming to me…”, so often mutters within his struggling conversations with me. Questions or comments in his direction trigger this reply a lot. This is a symptom of the underlying disease of dementia, of course. Patience rules the moments. I try… Read more
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Little Boy, Big Boy
From where I stand, this is one view of our local Norfolk Southern rail yard. Off in the distance is the Rose Yard. It’s where hundreds, if not over one-thousand men worked at one time. Building, painting, repairing cars for transport all over the USA. I haven’t come across any employee – retired or current… Read more
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“Just Me…”
Minutes disappear. Hours melt into days. Weeks and months become unrecognizable. Whatever the current year is – in a life previously filled with work, family, church, and hobbies – it isn’t relevant anymore. No time, or date, is vital to my dad’s day-to-day life now. He has dementia. As you may know from previous posts,… Read more
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Pepper, or Not. Tea?
I’m not one to complain. Really. And, as life goes, this isn’t a big deal. A meal. A simple meal. Or, so I thought. If a meal isn’t up to standards, so be it. My choices at local restaurants are always the same, anyway. I don’t order calamari or sushi. Avocado never graces my lips… Read more
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A Statue’s Seamless Touch
A call came. Not unlike any other from the facility at seven o’clock as the morning sun snuck through my bedroom drapes. An aide from Dad’s place spoke of his distress as I listened with partial attentiveness – not from lack of compassion, however. The five days prior exhausted most of my gas tank. This… Read more
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A Bridge Crossed
There’s not a vinyl bench back seat from a 1970’s era paneled station wagon anywhere, I figure, without the question, “Are we there, yet?, immortalized in its seams. Far rear-facing, or middle seats, those words ran upside the back of many father’s necks either every twenty minutes, upon seeing exit ramps, or a mother waking… Read more
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Two Paths, Two Falls
Hidden among hills in Western Pa is this waterfall. Not far off Rt 22, heading west from Altoona – about halfway to Pittsburgh – is Buttermilk Falls. Down a bumpy cement road and through only a few rural, tree-shaded intersections, one arrives at this quaint park. It is serene. Mere minutes from the Rt 22… Read more
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A Coffee Intermission
Mug contents unknown. Known, however, is the holder of this hot beverage vessel. She is a friend who allowed my use of her picture. I saw it on FB and asked permission … as is protocol when I come across one I’d like to share that is undeniably unique. I don’t believe Katie expected a… Read more
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Why Such a Tiny Signum
Latin is not loaded on my language baked potato. Smooth, melancholy melty music, yes. A dash of algebraic indulgence? Absolutely! Perhaps some salty, humerous sarcasm at times. All of these enhance a fluffy tuber of spoken word experiences during my daily go-abouts. I can hear music, figure out simple quadratic equations, or consider an edgy… Read more
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A Little Sweetness
Some call me sweetly sentimental. Some may agree with sweet – perhaps some only sentimental. Those close enough to be great friends drop all the niceties and stick with a simply sarcastic, “You’re kinda weird”. I concur as I am aware it is only meant as the nicest gesture possible … and with that I… Read more
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Calling Earth to Saturn
Two hours and forty-nine minutes. I was still for nearly three hours last night. Sleep is one activity requiring this length of time. Very few other life push-throughs keep my attention for that span. Maybe getting records together for taxes every year? Let’s carve out all the ugly stuff like that and focus on merriment.… Read more
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Calling It a Nice Day
Today was a really nice day. Compared to most days recently, the outdoor human experience sunned itself favorably. A mere 55+ degrees fell happily upon most of us who delighted in a walking a few steps around town. During my walk time this afternoon, a mid-day thought dawned on me. I haven’t written any kind… Read more
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