Monthly Archives: September 2020

933 I Got Bones (a song that you can easily figure out the tune of) 09-29-2020

I got bones in my fingers. I got bones in the back of my hands! I got tunes in my toes. And my eyesight’s not to bad! I can stroll down the street keeping to my happy beat. And when … Continue reading

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932 DIPLOMACY 101 09-21-2020

Last spring we planted a rainbow of coleus in blue ceramic pots across our front porch. The runt of the seedlings, we buried haphazardly in a small-plastic-faux-clay-planter. It is early Autumn now and runt has grown enormuser than all the … Continue reading

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931 I Can’t Make Santa Come To Town 09-19-2020

I need to crawl out from under the warm, seductive, blanket of misconstrued faith, and break my habit of shaky hope. I need to be crushed by the weight of a wave, and drown in the pull of a rip … Continue reading

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930 My Darling Clementine’s Cherished Pleasure 09-19-2020

My darling grand-daughter Clementine (yes, Clementine) at four years old cherishes a strange pleasure, the seed of which, I suspect, comes from reading. Yes, at four years old, Clementine can read, thanks, I believe, to the honed expertise of her … Continue reading

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929 A Good Reason For Facebook 09-18-2020

Answering a new friend request, after reading her page, after she typed, “Hello”, How are you doing today?’ I replied,”Hello”. And she replied, “Hello”. and I said, “Phew! I’m glad we got that over with!” and she sent me her … Continue reading

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928 Becoming Horizontal 09-13-2020

I surprise myself by how comfortable I can be creaking into the horizontal. I mean, well, vertical is nice ‘n all, but I’ve been there for so long that going from standing to sitting, like into my recliner or my … Continue reading

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927 On The Matter of Miracles 08-27-2020

Did God need a burning bush to meet Moses on Mount Sinai? Did Jesus need His spit-made-mud to give a blind man sight? Did He need a fish and a loaf to feed the multitude? Could He just have said, … Continue reading

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