Displaced. Dysfunctional. Discombobulated.
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All week I’ve been avoiding my answering machine. Something just told me nothing good would come from the phone lines this week, which may be why I let two of my cordless phones’ batteries go dead far from their chargers. Every evening I came home and glanced at the harbinger of doom out of the [...]
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After the snow storm that hit Sunday night and into Monday morning, the snow in my yard had tripled, which was pretty impressive considering the rain last Friday had left bare grassy spots in the back yard. Needless to say, any sign of Spring has gone MIA.
Even though the pine tree branches in the [...]
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We had a bit of a trauma this week.
It all started with the door I had installed between the dining room and the garage this summer to replace that tacky storm door the builder installed 50 years ago. The new steel door has a doorknob lock — key lock on the garage side and tab [...]
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I bought the cats a feeder that auto-feeds them 1/2 cup twice a day at selected times. Actually, I could change the amount dispensed, can set it to dispense one to three times a day, and can set the times of day it should dispense.
However, the dog was way more fascinated by the new gadget [...]
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Don’t forget to visit everyone at Friday Ark #223
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“No one appreciates the very special genius of your conversation as the dog does.”
~Christopher Morley~
Don’t forget to visit Friday Ark #222.
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Pugly always cracks me up. He has such a serious face when he poses for photos when only seconds earlier he was twirling about trying to catch one of those claws in his mouth just like he tries to catch his curl tail every morning when I ask if he wants to go for [...]
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When my dog is barking at me through the window when I’m leaving in the morning, I sometimes wonder if rather than saying, “Mommy, don’t leave me!”, what he’s really saying is “God, your butt looks really fat in that outfit!”
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Thirteen Things about J. Lynne
My Parents’ Backyard:
Mogollon, NM:
From a Speeding Truck:
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What: The discombobulated inner-monologue of a single, thirty-something, displaced Southerner in small town New England.
Where: Maine
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