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One Good Flame | Madwomandancing's Blog
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Just another WordPress.com site. December 9, 2011 in Converting a Used Portable Classroom into a Home. Creativity, Self-Expression, Struggles and Obstacles Overcome. I stood in the near-dark a few nights ago, thrilled to be able to burn a small pile of limbs and dead wood, one of many piles waiting for attention on my property. I watched this one crackle and crumble in the face of the flames. I wielded my pitchfork with care, keeping the water hose close at hand. Or am I just making one holy mess? It has...
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Against the Odds | Dance the River
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Just another WordPress.com site. December 29, 2011 in Uncategorized. Going against the odds. The purple coneflowers have long since given up their blooms, all except this solitary lady, a firecracker of color in a blanket of fallen leaves. I transplanted her and some others a month ago with great emotional fanfare, releasing them from pots where they’d been captive for three years. I put them in the ground on my new property, just outside the dwelling I’m preparing for myself. December 29, 2011 at 6:24 am.
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Christmas Eve, Always Magical | Dance the River
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Just another WordPress.com site. Christmas Eve, Always Magical. January 3, 2012 in Uncategorized. Stars in the Heavens. I have spent the afternoon with my parents, whose 65. Wedding anniversary is today. One can hardly say there was a celebration, as my parents’ mortality is standing tall in the center of our lives. My father is in a memory care unit and my mother is an in an adjoining assisted living facility. However, there were smiles and moments of lightness in the day. At http:/ wrinkledintime.w...
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A Small Globe of Glass | Dance the River
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Just another WordPress.com site. A Small Globe of Glass. December 19, 2011 in Uncategorized. Cleaning out the shed. Junk in the shed. Taking myself too seriously. It’s interesting what can happen when you mix sun and rain with one little Christmas ornament. A few weeks ago, I stood outside my storage shed, looking in dismay at all my stuff. It is time to move, time to thin out this packrat’s stash of family artifacts, materials for dream projects, broken lamps, and wind chimes that need re-stringing.
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Partners for Life | wrinkledintime
https://wrinkledintime.wordpress.com/2012/01/19/partners-for-life
Just another WordPress.com site. January 19, 2012 in Positive Aging. Wrinkles, Beauty of Wrinkles, Aging, Signs of Aging, Ageism. It is the afternoon of Christmas Eve, 2011, just a few short weeks ago:. But, today is a good day. As my mother and I enter the room, he is sitting in his rocking chair, awake. Well, look who’s here, he says and smiles. He recognizes us, although he may not know. I love you, my father says. I love you, too, my mother responds. And, I am touched. It was iffy, very iffy, as to w...
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Let There Be Light, Water, and a Little Mud | Madwomandancing's Blog
https://madwomandancing.wordpress.com/2011/11/13/let-there-be-light-water-and-a-little-mud
Just another WordPress.com site. Let There Be Light, Water, and a Little Mud. November 13, 2011 in Converting a Used Portable Classroom into a Home. Creativity, Self-Expression, Struggles and Obstacles Overcome. Tags: Adults playing in the mud. Let there be light. As to the wet dirt: the operative word here, in reference to my painstaking progress on my project is. As of last Friday, I now have water on my new place. An outside spigot never looked more beautiful than this one. Then they dug deep trenches...
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Like a Hawk | wrinkledintime
https://wrinkledintime.wordpress.com/2011/11/14/like-a-hawk
Just another WordPress.com site. November 14, 2011 in Positive Aging. Tags: Adults tending to aging parents. It’s Monday, 6:00 in the morning, a time when my generally restless, wound-up body is finally wedging itself into a dark and dreamy hollow of the night. Something causes me to stir. Is it my cell phone ringing, or did I dream it? Mother, I’m on the way. I’ll be there shortly. He said as he sat rocking in his chair. I didn’t know it was my birthday. He smiled when I told him we’d have cake ...On Su...
