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bluesky: homesick
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A view from the cheap seats. Thursday, March 19, 2015. My house is torn to bits. I have no home. We have stairs emerging from the ceiling, now, and a proper way to move items between floors. I think we finally actually, almost have a two story house with a basement. More to decorate, which would seem like bliss if I felt better. So, I am not at home at home.Clearly, this is destabilizing for me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). From the first chakra. Searching for the backroads. Why I dont write.
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bluesky: 03/01/2014 - 04/01/2014
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A view from the cheap seats. Thursday, March 27, 2014. I am home daily, watching daytime TV instead of writing for my life. There is much to complain about, but I won't embarrass myself by outlining the shortcomings of Kelly Rippa or Ozzie Osbourne's wife. Its the news that drives me mad. Here's a tiny example: "She was released from prison after 28 years and her family released its joy." Do they need an editor? Or, conversely, is the news so bland that journalistic poetry might save it? I feel better now.
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bluesky: cowboy
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A view from the cheap seats. Tuesday, May 05, 2015. So the chair will rock the babies. I can live with that. Im a new reader, new fan. Im lucky to have smart children. Theyre hungry to absorb as much of my legacy as they can. Nice post. Liked it a lot. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). From the first chakra. Searching for the backroads. There's no accounting for taste. View my complete profile.
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bluesky: 08/01/2014 - 09/01/2014
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A view from the cheap seats. Saturday, August 30, 2014. And the beat goes on. In the morning I am Don Quixote, a three foot wide leaf rake in hand, slaying spiders and dismantling their finely spun condos in my path. It is late summer on Clinton Street and the baby garden spiders of April have once again become monsters in my path. Their alleged purpose is unclear to me. Ah, it is sprinkling as I type. the first edge of damp moves in across the city desert. That being said, I love it. I'm back, redux...
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bluesky: 06/01/2015 - 07/01/2015
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A view from the cheap seats. Saturday, June 27, 2015. All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go. Lalalalala. Packing continues. Box after box. Kurt pulled the stepping stones from the yard - they were not included in the sale, a gift from my sweet cousin Vali. They will find a new home in Yamhill, in the deep green beautiful yard on Balm Street. Doesn't that sound nice? I am so ready to be there. I will also miss my raspberries. I've been eating half a cup a day. So yummy! Sunday, June 07, 2015. There is m...
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bluesky: 05/01/2014 - 06/01/2014
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A view from the cheap seats. Tuesday, May 20, 2014. It was all work for me. With my right breast still smoking from the radiation burns, it was all I could do to get through the hour of physical labor each morning. But I prevailed. I will not give up my life. Not yet. And good news! And that's the news from Clinton Street. Friday, May 09, 2014. Thursday, May 01, 2014. Radiation, succulents and anniversaries. Today the physical therapist said (of the edema), "Well, since this is something you'll have to m...
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bluesky: 04/01/2015 - 05/01/2015
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A view from the cheap seats. Monday, April 27, 2015. I had to get out of town. Had to. I've been working for months! And to be fair, so many of my kin are dead it is good to see a live Kinney here and there, in-law or out. As we made our way south, Haley called. As fortune would have it, she had the weekend off, and was to land in Port Orford at 7 am Now how random is that? We drove 101 North through Garibaldi, watching as the ocean ripped alongside us, thick, muscular waves, now blue now green now gray,...
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bluesky: outta pdx
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A view from the cheap seats. Sunday, June 07, 2015. Hey, this blog is rated #9,743,500 on some scale. HA! Movin' to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches. So maybe she's the mayor. I don't know. I am packing, finally. As i pack, I find yard-saleables. Yesterday, Saturday, we sold out.I sold all of the odd bits of shelving I won't need in the BRAND NEW HOUSE. Its like I won it on a game show. I have no idea how to hang a picture. How do you pound in the first nail? Do you use nails? Today, a goodwill ru...
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run a marathon, write a novel, get fit & go nuts: 100 things, more or less
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Run a marathon, write a novel, get fit and go nuts. An occasional self-help diary about writing and wrunning. Thursday, October 14, 2004. 100 things, more or less. I deleted this a while ago in a fit of destructive madness, but realise that the link is still on the blog and it's a useful starting place for visitors. (Hello visitors). I've thought about writing a new one, but haven't got round to it. So, anyway, here’s the thing. I cannot tell a lie. Or at least, I cannot lie with a straight face. As far ...
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run a marathon, write a novel, get fit & go nuts: Four hours & change
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Run a marathon, write a novel, get fit and go nuts. An occasional self-help diary about writing and wrunning. Monday, April 10, 2006. Four hours and change. In some ways, the running was the easiest thing about the Paris Marathon. I do consider myself a 'people' person, but 35000 is pushing it. Especially when they're pushing you. Four hours and some loose change it took me. Don't have the Chip Time yet. Still limping. Paris is a whole different proposition when your knees are yelping in pain.
