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I am the first to confess, I am not perfect. As much as typos irk me, I know that I am often guilty of leaving behind evidence of my rush to the finish. Occasionally I neglect to hit the “ABC” … Continue reading →

A few months ago I lamented my situation regarding the need for a purse handbag. This is a relatively trivial problem in my world today, but one that was causing me aggravation. I’m delighted that I can now consider this … Continue reading →

…is there something wrong with this picture? It’s a “Weekly Pack,” yes? Marketing “Get a Full Serving of Vegetables Every Day,” yes? There are only 6 cans of V8 in the pack….. How does this work???

I love making things for my parents. I gave my parents the very first afghan I ever crocheted. It wasn’t “square” – it was really a trapezoid. They still have the afghan and it is used regularly (even if it … Continue reading →

It has begun. The ailment commonly known as cedar fever. I won’t bother to describe it myself. Here’s a quote “From December through February, many people experience an itchy, runny nose, sneezing, nasal blockage, excess tearing and itchy eyes. Others … Continue reading →

At the end of a fabulous meal – not just the food, but the company. What a delight to get together with friends and share the nourishment of common interests, mutual support, love. Thank you, my friends, for today’s experience. … Continue reading →

The puzzle is complete. Ta da! This is the toughest puzzle we have worked on in quite a while. ~Saturday I declared my contribution at an end. “That’s it! I’m not putting in another piece. I’m done.” For a couple … Continue reading →

I have been praying for a young lady, A, who was injured in a head-on collision ~mid-December. I’ve been tracking her progress, privileged to be included in the Caring Bridge updates. Initially the site was open to all, but apparently … Continue reading →

After the passing of Mama Guppy there was an appropriate period of mourning. Something on the order of a day or two. Papa Guppy and the boyfriend are oblivious to the world of hurt (and true desperation) they inflicted on … Continue reading →

I forgot to include Rubens’ South Beach. It is worthy of a separate post.