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    Deblog 31: Change

    https://youtu.be/jpGqIiexA3A It\’s the last day of an incredibly wild year full of endings and beginnings.As I look over the precipice into a new year, I pray to see it and many more.I pray for good health.I pray for more stability.I pray for more laughter and joy.I pray for growth.I pray for more wonder and opportunities along my Path.Changes are a comin\’ and I hope they are as good as can be.For you, too.See you on the other side of the clock … 

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    Deblog 30: My Way

    https://youtu.be/lVpt7q4xrn4It\’s been a helluva year.I get it. People die every day. I saw someone post a comment to that effect on social media after the announcement of Ms. Carrie Fisher\’s death earlier this week and thought one of two things: Here\’s someone who hasn\’t experienced the Leaving of someone who mattered to them. Here\’s one cold individual. There\’s no reason not to remember or not to recognize someone, a person close to us or a person who has spent a great deal of time in the public eye (in our lives by proxy) just because people die every day.I have…

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    Deblog 29: Hip City Life Revisited

    November was National Blog Month, or Plovember, as I decided to call it. On the 6th, I\’d written in part about my experience in Chester, PA. I mentioned my red rocket, a wonderful little Mazda.I was searching for some paperwork in my file cabinet and came across this gem of a photo:The husband owned a Suzuki, which you can see just behind the Rocket. I sold that, too, to survive for a while.But wait! There\’s more!On the second of Plovember, I wrote about my beloved Sven and how he\’d met a horrid end as a burnt husk. I found the newspaper article…

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    Deblog 28: A Moment of Clarity

    No one went out into the fogginess because it was not possible to know what it contained. It was a consistent fug, seemingly airless but smoky, stale and foul-smelling. The thickness of the murk made it unpleasant when going out was necessary: all precautions were taken through the use of safety suits, oxygen tanks, lights.She closed the internal airlock and stood in silence as the clock counted down to zero. She jumped when it buzzed and the outer door latch opened. It never changed, no matter how much she attempted to steel herself for the noise, for the sights that awaited…

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    Deblog 27: The Future

      They lit the candles and huddled together, enjoying each other\’s company. \’You know,\’ the dad said, \’times like this, it isn\’t so bad.\’ His eyes tinkled in time with the flicker of small flames.The mom shivered and snuggled closer to her husband. \’I don\’t know about you, but I miss the little things.\’\’Like refrigerators and microwaves?\’She smacked him lightly on the arm. \’Okay, so I\’ve learned how to cook since all this.\’The children laughed quietly as they listened to the banter between their parents. Finally, the older one spoke. \’Dad, tell us what it was like back then.\’The dad…

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    Deblog 24: Christmas Hippo!

    I love the current TV commercial below, not for it but for the hippo song.https://youtu.be/RAETKGleaPEThe singer is Gayla Peevey and this animated video was made by a 13-year-old named Chad Hylton — it\’s the whole song!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k69yBIWjLIsAnd in case you wanted to know, here are the lyrics … priceless! Thank you and Merry Christmas, Gayla! I want a hippopotamus for christmasOnly a hippopotamus will doDon\’t want a doll, no dinky tinkertoyI want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy I want a hippopotamus for ChristmasI don\’t think santa claus will mind, do you?He won\’t have to use our dirty chimney flueJust…

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    Deblog 23: The Worst Job in the World

    As most of you know, I haven\’t worked full-time outside the home since 2013. It was in summer of that year that my on-ground university contract ended after six years. While it felt horrid, it was the best thing that could have happened to me. I realized I was the square peg that was trying to fit into the round corporate hole.Nope, not a good thing for either.Not being outside the house allowed me to devote time to my family like I\’d never been able to do before.However, it\’s taken a major toll on my pocketbook.Call it creative financial planning.…

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    Deblog 22: Dark Spaces

    The world is a strange place.When someone asks, \’How are you?\’ they typically seem to want an answer like \’I\’m fine\’, which oftentimes isn\’t true.People have bad days.I was watching a \’Gumball\’ cartoon (I love Gumball — don\’t judge). Molly, one of the students in their school, tells lots of stories that everyone finds boring. They go to extremes to avoid her because they know she tells these horrid tales. At one point, Gumball and Darwin sneak into an out-of-order restroom to hide from Molly, only to find that she was hiding in the same restroom. Gumball asks her why and…