Category Archives: Prose

How soon they forget

Posted on 2024-09-11 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-09-08 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-09-07 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-08-28 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-08-26 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-08-11 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-07-08 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-06-25 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-06-09 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-05-30 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-04-30 by Holly

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

Posted on 2024-04-15 by Holly

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

Posted on 2023-03-30 by Holly

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

Posted on 2023-03-29 by Holly

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

Posted on 2023-01-24 by Holly

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 →

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September 11th

Posted on 2022-09-12 by Holly

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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daylight savings time

Posted on 2022-03-14 by Holly

sucks to put it mildly. I really have no clue why this particular one hour shift in clock time puts me so out of whack. It isn’t like I haven’t had to deal with a lot of time zone changes … Continue reading →

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The ordinary things

Posted on 2022-03-01 by Holly

Remember when you were young and foolish? When you looked at the infirmities of older people without the least bit of recognition that, if you were fortunate/unfortunate depending on your point of view, you were going to be that persons … Continue reading →

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Happy 2sDay

Posted on 2022-02-22 by Holly

It seems like people get excited about silly things – in this case a date that is 2/22/22 or 22.2.22 depending on your particular country’s date format. There are claims that it is a “Once in a lifetime occurrence.”  Well, … Continue reading →

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No game

Posted on 2022-01-28 by Holly

“Having game” is an English language expression which I don’t remember from childhood. Maybe it is American? Probably not polite enough to be of Canadian origin. And not quite stuffy enough to be of English origin. According to the Urban … Continue reading →

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