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Repositioning

I didn't think it would have an effect on me, but I guess it does. I'll be turning 65 years old this year.  I can't see how, I still feel like I'm 30. Notices from AARP have been coming in the mail since I turned 50, but I've always ignored them.  That organization was for… Continue reading Repositioning

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The Porcupine Tree

Over the years I've hosted a variety of different Christmas trees. Some were artificial, standing at attention and rescued from the oblong box in the corner of the basement waiting to serve yet another holiday season. Some were fresh and overpriced, the kind you get from a corner lot assembled by the Boy Scouts or… Continue reading The Porcupine Tree

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A Family Affair

Mary "Muffy" Zeger has written a children's booked titled "Squirrels Don't Burp - And Other Fun Facts About God's Creation". A retired high school teacher, Muffy's fascination and devotion to animals started early; her father, Charlie Costello, instilled the love and appreciation for all things on four legs when she and her siblings were very… Continue reading A Family Affair

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The Eyes Have It

When did eyebrows become a thing?  Usually viewed as an afterthought, my experimentation with makeup at 15 years old consisted of black eyeliner and blush, with pink lipstick to pull it all together.  Eyebrows were just ‘there’ never really serving a purpose, and certainly not used as a statement. For the majority of my adult years… Continue reading The Eyes Have It

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Friday Before Christmas

The supermarket was crowded the Friday afternoon before Christmas. I knew it would be, and I specifically waited until then to do my holiday food shopping. All the gifts were wrapped and placed strategically under the Christmas tree.  Gifts for the out of town grands were mailed and on their way.  Gift cards for their parents… Continue reading Friday Before Christmas

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Apple Cider Memories

One of my favorite drinks is Apple Cider. You would think living in apple country would afford me the opportunity to drinking it whenever my heart desires, but I don’t. Apple Juice can never be as extravagant as Apple Cider. To my mind there’s an unwritten rule we only drink it in the Fall, at… Continue reading Apple Cider Memories

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Another Harold, Another Time

  Our yearly anniversary/vacation to the Thousand Islands region in Upstate (WAY Upstate) New York has come and gone. It is the place where my husband proposed to me, and the continuation of a yearly practice of his childhood.   He'd been traveling with his family to the towns of Clayton and Alex Bay since he… Continue reading Another Harold, Another Time