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100 Words: October 12, 2009

October 13, 2009 1 comment

Careful now...

Carefully now, one foot, then the other, step by painful step. There’s no going backwards, that could be disastrous.  Only forward, step, step, check your balance, step again.

The effort of concentration gives me headaches, sometimes so bad I can’t see clearly. Still, there is no relief…only step, step, and step again.

No rest at night, sleep doesn’t come easily, I think it fears me losing my focus and so only lightly passes over me, touching me just deeply enough to dream. I wish it wouldn’t bother…my dreams aren’t worth the keeping right now.

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100 Words: October 11, 2009

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Just keep walking...

Feels like we’re courting disaster, but, we keep going day after day, walking along as if everything is just fine.

Yes, everything is fine, as long as we don’t look too closely at the path we’re walking. Might as well enjoy the view as we rush towards the cliff…let’s try to focus on the beauty of the reeds we’re walking past and the color of the sky, the sound of the wind and the turning colors of the leaves in this beautiful Autumn season.

We know where we’re heading, but will we reach our destination in time? Hopefully.

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100 Words: October 10, 2009

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Heaven...thank you Robert for introducing me to this lo, so many years ago.  xo!

Balsamic vinegar, garlic infused olive oil, locally baked artisan olive bread, and Yellow Tail Shiraz. I could not have ended my very hectic day in a better way. *sigh*

Whenever I take the time to think about it, I’m kind of shocked that I wasn’t aware such a culinary delight existed until a few years ago. Sad isn’t it? I think so, but hey, what more can be expected from a girl who was born in Idaho? I’m a sorry testament to the uncultured condition of my home state.

We do have excellent mashed potatoes!

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100 Words: October 9, 2009

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Planes.  Ugh.

It’s gotten so that I absolutely detest airports.

No, that’s not quite right…I detest the sixty-five minutes between “goodbye” and landing safely. I become an unreasonable bundle of nervous, twisted knots because it isn’t me on the plane, it’s my daughter.

My concern isn’t lessened by the gigantic puff of blueish-black smoke that billows out of the right engine at start-up.

I watch as the propellers spin and the plane edges down the runway. I won’t breathe easily again until I hear her voice on the safe end of the flight.

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100 Words: October 8, 2009

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Writer’s Block.

8 days in and *BAM*- writer’s block.  I have nothing to write about at the moment.  I’ve been stuck for the past four days.  I even googled “blog topics” and that wasn’t helpful in the slightest.

So, what to do when you don’t know what to write?  I suppose I could ramble…I’m pretty good at rambling, connecting random thoughts and ideas, shaping them into something digestible, maybe even palatable, using almost incomprehensible run-on sentence structures that in the end will say a lot more of nothing than something.

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100 Words: October 7, 2009

October 7, 2009 2 comments

Stupid Wednesday.  Grrr...

I spent most of today thinking it was Thursday.

Thursday: second best day of the week, though in some ways even better than Friday because Thursday is Friday-Eve. It’s all about the anticipation of Friday, especially 5pm Friday!

Thursday is good simply because of it’s proximity to Friday and Friday is ALWAYS good for it is on Friday at 5pm that the weekend looms ahead in all it’s relaxing, glorious splendor. Oh, the possibilities! Oh, the fabulousness of what might be!

So you can imagine my disappointment at finding out it was merely Wednesday today.

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100 Words: October 6, 2009

October 6, 2009 Leave a comment

Photo Credit: Storm Clouds over Lone Pine by Gary Hamburgh - All Rights Reserved

The Golden Hour with Extra “Sauce”.

When the sun is hovering tentatively above the horizon, merely thinking about setting, reaching it’s golden fingers across the valley floor to touch the maple trees in such a way as to gild their verdant leaves a very particular shade of flaxen sage, almost as if it is bidding the trees goodnight.

It’s even more impressive when a dark and menacing thunder storm seems to be hurrying the sun to it’s bed below the horizon. The contrast is quite otherworldly. This is my favorite kind of sunset.

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