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He was Cash’s soninlaw. Roseanne’s hubby. Somebody left somebody.
Oh and one more.
I associate this song with Waylon.... but it’s Rodney’s.
End of this one above has an L-shaped piano. H...
I didn’t search for this. I found it totally by accident.
In the spring of 1969, my husband bought a 1968 Olds Dynamic 88, dark gray 4 door, a monster of a car, beautiful, tricked out and tricky. How we had enough money to buy a year old ‘luxury’ car ...
Jim just had me go across the creek and up in the clearing to bring back Joana’s pickup. We went in the side by side thingie - I wore my seat belt. The sun had set and left this exquisite blu...
Have you ever thought of giving someone/someone here advice without being asked? Or even if asked? I know it’s never welcome. But sometimes it just looks like people have blind spots. It l...
I guess those of us who had our abortions when it was legal are the lucky ones.
Today’s his birthday. He’s 78 if he’s still alive.
I have a mutual friend I ask about him but the last few times the friend hasn’t had anything to say about him. I have a phone number that I ...
Well what about them?
I have no ideas.
I have almost no plans.
I definitely have no goals.
There that takes care of that.
What do I have?
Potato chip crumbs.
For the last five years or perhaps longer, every summer the Bible is read on our county courthouse lawn. It takes a whole weekend. It gives me the creeps. Every year I want to protest it. ...
I wonder if I gain anything at all.
It’s that point in life, I suppose.
That time when you see what’s gone, not what’s here.
Days pile up. Some in front, more behind.
The one that c...
Someone posted a different version of this song today.
Then I looked up the lyrics.
The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gi...
I saw the Julia Belle Swain going upstream by Riverside Park this morning.
Here’s John Hartford’s lyrics.
This is a song about the Julia Belle Sw...
Well I have a string of them.
Michener, a bit.
The spy guys.
… this one with booze.
Oh wait. Wrong link. This one’s good too. They come from Ukraine. Honest.
Here’s the artist.
His name is Charles Sheeler. And here is a site that tells about him. Look at his quotes if you can. There are seven of them in the middle lower part of the frame. Click through to read th...
I have change. So I took my coins out of my walking rotation. I put the quarters, nickels, dimes and pennies into their respective collection glass jars on the counter. I have plenty of bot...
Watch Merle flirt - it was 1978!!!! - and the sexy fiddle player, my god.
How sane are we?
Two LLBean catalogs came today. Nice stuff. Some large(r) scale models.
I just at a whole (small) bag of salt water taffy. I can’t believe that’s good for my diabe...
The Dems are having their county convention today. Jim has left already and I don’t think I”m going. I’d like to hear the candidate for U.S. Rep speak - she’s a former tv news reporter and I ...
So I skipped the bitch who was handy with a louse detector until she got sloshed, and then I find myself with, hello their!, the chest was lined with the fleece of an enchanted sheep. I think i...
Middle of the night. Eating crackers and peanut butter with Gracie. I forget what happens tomorrow. Something though. I hope.
The squirrels knock their cones together, releasing seeds for supper.
Species grew apart first in separate worlds, then later together
Warming each other in winter, fanning their armpits with gre...