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June 2 More Clouds
I was busy doing training today, but dashed out after work to chase some clouds. Randall cattle make a guest appearance.
Posted in clouds, Do the Work, In the neighborhood, overhead, work (dayjob)
Tagged clouds, dothework, intheneighborhood, process, RandallCattle
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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Seven
LOL. It snowed! It rained! The delivery guys came! I had online meetings with work! I had a tuna sandwich for lunch! It was, my friends, quite the Monday. Pandemonium According to my believable source*, this word was coined by … Continue reading
Posted in Do the Work, In the neighborhood, NaPoWriMo, Poetry and Lyrics, taking time to look, the creative process, weather, work (dayjob)
Tagged dothework, food, lunch, NaPoWriMo, poetry, rain, TakingTimetoLook, weather
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NaPoWriMo – Day 24
It was another rainy cold day and again the sun came out again at sunset time. No big sunset or anything, just sun and not much time to enjoy it. Well perhaps it’s part of the plan to keep us … Continue reading
Posted in clouds, Do the Work, gardens and flowers, life around us, NaPoWriMo, note to self, Poetry and Lyrics, the creative process, weather, work (dayjob)
Tagged clouds dothework, flowers, NaPoWriMo, poetry, process, work
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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty
Today was a day about the day job. Felt strange and in a weird way lonelier than the past month and a half. But we trudge on folks, we trudge on. (And a hat tip to my Mom, Betty Frezon … Continue reading
NaPoWriMo – Day Six
I’m settling into a new routine… this morning double yellow lines veered off the center path and into the April garden. when I arrived, coffee in hand, the daffodils were bobbing, looking around, going nowhere. Sat on the steps, frothy … Continue reading