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Category Archives: I Remember When… (my OWN stories)
Memories and vignettes, true stories old or recent.
“Two-Wheels” Wishes to Thank “Many-Wheels”
Last Friday found me taking advantage of one of those nice, mild January afternoons that come and go at random around here. Which is another way of saying I went out on my bike. As usual, I had started out … Continue reading →
Posted in I Remember When... (my OWN stories), Thoughts on Two Wheels
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Tagged bicycling, gratitude, human nature, kindness, postaweek2011
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The Last Dish
Big jobs discourage me before I even start them. By nature, I am a procrastinator. It’s so tempting to make the present moment easier by putting off chores and other stuff I’m supposed to do. I try to fight this … Continue reading →
Posted in I Remember When... (my OWN stories), Near As I Can Figure..., Uncategorized
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Tagged cooking, home, postaweek2011, procrastination
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Uppity Appliances
I might as well admit it right now: I often find myself talking to my microwave. And in none-too-friendly tones, either. Let’s review: a microwave oven is a machine, right? You set it for a certain amount of time, it … Continue reading →
Posted in I Remember When... (my OWN stories), Maladjusted Mondays
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Tagged appliances, cooking, funny, humor, Jan C Johnson, microwave
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Stunt Driving
“We’re not gonna make it!” My white-knuckled fingers gripped the passenger door handle of the little budget car we had rented. The car with no shocks; the one that, at this instant, was in the most dire possible need of … Continue reading →
Expectations: Off
We had just endured a ridiculously busy couple of months, so Brent and I decided to take a weekend away from it all, in a charming and historical little town about 90 minutes away. We figured on some romance, eating … Continue reading →
A Not-So-Cushy Job
It all started when my son Greg transferred to the University of North Texas and arranged to room with some friends. They found a great old home which, I am sure, has housed endless gaggles of college students over a … Continue reading →