Love Memoir

Out of the Fog

Out of the Fog The last few days have been foggy on this little hilltop, I like fog in the morning, it gives me the sense that there is less to worry about with my plants that I want to thrive. Out here, the sun beats so relentlessly down most of the day that I like to make sure everything has sufficient water to make it through the day. When it is foggy in the…

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Love Retirement

A Merging of Interests

A Merging of Interests Kim recently offered our neighbor Mary to tend to her plants while she was away seeing family in the Midwest. Kim took this task very seriously and diligently went over to Mary’s house every day (usually using it as an opportunity to give Blind Betty a nice walk). One of Mary’s plants that lived on her deck was suggested to be brought over here to be looked after more easily. It…

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Love Memoir Politics

Long Way Up

Long Way Up Ten years ago Kim gave me a Christmas gift of the DVDs of Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman riding their BMW GSAs around the world. First there was Long Way Round (2004), taking the Silk Road from Europe through the Far East, and then there was Long Way Down (2007), from the Highlands of Scotland to the tip of South Africa. I am a motorcycle aficionado to the max and I like…

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Love Politics

The Burden of Conscience

The Burden of Conscience Imagine being in your mid-80’s and being at a point in your life when you have accomplished a great deal, more than most and more than you had ever expected. Then imagine you want to take your long-earned rest and simply spend time with your loved ones, but you can’t. You can’t because you carry on your shoulders the weight of the world…literally. All of the world’s great evils get translated…

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Flea, Fly, Flu

Flea, Fly, Flu I recall that when Thomas, my youngest was a child in his early school years he needed to recite a \poem for school. The poem could be of his choosing and, like any kid, he wanted to find as short a poem as he could. The world’s shortest poem is supposedly called Fleas and it goes: Adam Had ‘em I didn’t like the implications and the contraction, so I encouraged him to…

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Love Politics

Life on Venus

Life on Venus I read with only passing interest that scientists have discovered phosphine gas in the clouds surrounding the planet of Venus. This is considered by many to be a thrilling piece of evidence that there may be life somewhere other than on Earth since phosphine is most often made by microbes and microbes have been long suspected to inhabit the clouds around Venus. The view is that the temperatures on Venus are too…

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The Anschluss

The Anschluss The hills are alive with The Sound of Music. They are also alive with the sound of jackboots. The German word Anschluss means union and it is generally referred to Anschluss Oesterreichische of the unification of the Germanic language countries of Germany and Austria that occurred, not by referendum, but by force when the Wehrmacht marched into Austria unopposed in March of 1938. We all know from the portrayals of Christopher Plummer and…

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Love Memoir Retirement

Bearing Witness

Bearing Witness Tonight my niece’s husband and two children came over for dinner. We haven’t seen them all year thanks to concerns about their kids’ and our COVID vulnerability (their kids have CF and we have old age). It all came off without any hitches and their daughter Mila was able to test out our new Moonstruck Madness games area. She pretty much played all the available games; mini-golf, bocce, disc golf, horseshoes and cornhole.…

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On Art and Effort

On Art and Effort My friend Steve just posted a piece he titled In Praise of Talent, and it was about his experiences and reactions to the arts of writing and photography, particularly as they relate to the journalistic endeavors he has pursued through his life. He expressed annoyance at attribution to the tools of the trade (particularly in photography, since I doubt anyone would ever accuse a writer of having used his pencil, pen,…

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