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Category Archives: Prose
the phone
I clearly remember cross country drives. Hour after hour in the car shifting from one radio station after another. Using maps to plot out my route, keeping an eye on the gas gauge, figuring out rest stops. Maps, phone calls … Continue reading
Agree to Disagree
As someone once said – you don’t serve in the military for your health or good looks. For some, it might just be a job. For others, a way out of a rural area, inner city, poverty. For me, initially … Continue reading
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Half-Mast
Apparently the current US government seems to believe that the death of a right wing activist is more important than remember the 3k who died on this date in 2001. Or the hundreds of first responders, residents, and clean up … Continue reading
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Do you remember?
Fleetwood Mac? Obviously not everyone is. They hit recognition and the start of their real recognition in 1975. 50 years ago, my friends. That was the year that I graduated from Medical School. George graduated from Law School and relocated … Continue reading
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How soon they forget
There are too many of us who lost – wait, that is not the right word, had acquaintances , colleagues, family, friends killed in the Twin Towers, the US Pentagon, or the field in Pennsylvania to let this day ever … Continue reading
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Information Peddlers
Not going to be as clear, concise or erudite as yesterday I am afraid. I always thought that it was obvious that there was a purpose behind every book, text, or written piece. It might be to educate, inform, persuade, … Continue reading
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Looking thing up
Yes, I was that obnoxious kid who had an answer for just about everything. In the 1950s and 1960s that meant that I read a lot; there were encyclopedias and dictionaries. There was an amazing amount of information and knowledge … Continue reading
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Elephants on the stairs
I am thinking there is a major cultural difference between the US and Germany as to the presence of open vx shut doors. I will have to inquire further. In any case, I shut doors when I need to keep … Continue reading
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Situational Awareness
Not my usual topic but more than appropriate under the circumstances. Let me explain: being aware of your surroundings and taking the appropriate measures as needed to avoid problems. Situational awareness is second nature to police, fire fighters, and military. … Continue reading
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European Dragon
question mark, question mark… I am not sure that there really is such a generic dragon. Certainly the dragon pictured in Old English is not the same as that which is pictured on the continent. But that is probably the … Continue reading
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Not listening to the news
No, not me. I don’t find that it does anything but upset me or make me really aggravated. I certainly have no interest in all the talking heads rehashing the same information over and over and …. It does mean … Continue reading
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Insidious
The smell of coffee in the morning is insidious. It wafts across the room and teases your nose. The aroma is so lovely that it almost makes up for the fact it is 0600 and I hadn’t planned on being … Continue reading
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editing required
Often I write these daily missives first in my head, then transcribed to WordPress. Some might think of this as journaling, perhaps it is. But since I was near a diary girl (complete with pink, glitter and an easily snapped … Continue reading
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Hand Drawn
Seriously, I don’t know why I hadn’t figured this particular bit of insanity out before. Someone had mentioned it, but it was too insane to be believable. Color me educated. Background – prior to the advent of good design software, … Continue reading
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Summarizing April
Good grief, the month is over all ready, the cat is back home, and I still have cleaning to do. The weather was best experienced looking out the window at the rain with occasional inserts of sunshine. On the practical … Continue reading
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Monday, Monday
For those of you who are no longer part of the Monday-Friday working world – Monday no longer functions as the “great divide” in which you slide downhill hoping that something stops your decent before you hit Wednesday and start … Continue reading
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Wet
is not a good look on iPhones. Nor is dropping them accidentally in cold water, not realizing it and leaving it to soak for about – oh, let us say seven hours? The amazing thing was that it was on, … Continue reading
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Weights, Measures, and distance
I should’ve realized that there was a catch to the UK being “metric.” It certainly applies to weights and measures in the stores. Everything is clearly labeled in grams or cc without a secondary conversion to Imperial for those who … Continue reading
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Silence
may not be golden, not even considering that old song. But it certainly can be welcome. As a child of the 50s, starting university in the 60s, med school in the early 70s, I was never one for background anything. … Continue reading
Posted in Computers & Software, Home, Prose
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September 11th
Nine o’clock in the morning was 1500 and getting toward the end of the duty day in Europe, that day 21 years ago. Children who hadn’t yet been born that fall are now adults. We have built memorials, fractured our … Continue reading
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