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We have two radio stations at work. One is country and one is sort of classic pop. I generally prefer the classic pop one. It plays Seger and the Beatles and Springsteen and Paul Simon and Bi...

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lawn freshly mowed. sky full of exotic clouds. cattle rearranging themselves, calling back and forth. birds doing the same. feels like i should have something to say. but i don’t seem to. so. Goo...

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This is the photo that John Updike’s Facebook account is using as a banner right now. Updike has been dead for some years now. He died in his early seventies of lung cancer. So someone else i...

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This is a phone picture of Jims. News though. I found my camera. It was in my gardening pants. I’m pretty sure it’s ok though I haven’t tried it yet. I will have more to say later. It’s a ...

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from Lamentations.... I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of his wrath. He has driven me away and made me walk in the darkness rather than in the light; indeed he has turned his hand ...

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Fresh phone pics from tonight. Starting looking north upriver - Looking northeast with Prairie du Chein on the other side - Looking east up the mouth of the Wisconsin river - note rr bridge in...

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Here is the end of the last entry. Prosebox saved it for me. Good old Prosebox. Actually Prosebox is not old. It’s pretty new. I am grateful to it for being here. For giving me a place to write...

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I realize the title has a couple typos and a secret code in it - but what the heck - nobody’s perfect. It’s Saturday morning. I’ve been awake for a while. I’m in a slightly unsettled mood. I’m...

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Guess I’ll see what I can say in an hour. That’s a long time. Time enough to write much more than anyone wants to read for sure. ** In a few weeks it will be my 50th wedding anniversary. I rem...

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There are probably a whole bunch of reasons why it would not be a good idea though.

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from her book of poems called A Thousand Mornings Don’t you dare climb that tree or even try, they said, or you will be sent away to the hospital of the very foolish, if not the other one. And I ...

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was pretty miserable. It was too private and too self-pitying to put here. So I guess I should try to write an entry. Or not. It’s a minute before 7 am and I’m still in bed. It’s the last Su...

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Well. It’s getting to be the end of the day. In fact it’s almost 9:30 pm and I’m just getting here. It’s been a funny day - not bad, maybe even on the edge of good. I woke up in the middle of the...

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poem by W.G. Sebald (1944-2001) in the October 10, 2011 issue of the New Yorker October Heat Wave From the flyover the leads down to the Holland Tunnel I saw the red disc of the sun rising over ...

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I only have a few minutes. I had more time but the internet did not come up. So I went back to bed with a very dense Mary McCarthy biography. It’s raining pretty hard. Noisy and windy. The ...

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… but the vet had wisdom .. and consolation. Three things you can’t have too much of: love money penicillin And if you have too much of the first two, you might need the third.

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This one was only a few hours old.

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Or do I? It’s hard to tell sometimes. I really have nothing to say.... except I want to say something. I could come up with various trivia. Yeah, I could. For some reason the so-called fact ...

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I should be asleep. Obviously I’m not. I’m lonely. Not bad lonely. Just mildly lonely. I’m not even sure what would make me feel better. I don’t know what I want. I want something though. Eithe...

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After working every Friday and Saturday in March, it’s nice to have Fridays off in April. There is something luxurious in three days in a row off work. When things work out well, you have time...

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