Random Ramblings – Three

I completely flaked on blogging on Saturday and Sunday. I do apologize. Saturday was game day with friends, and I had intended to blog before they arrived. Well, it simply didn’t happen. Sunday was just a mess of a day, and putting two words together was beyond me....

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Intentions

Intentions matter. They matter more in some cases than in others. They can get you into trouble. They can save your butt in a crisis. They can motivate a person or deflate them. They can even start movements, personal and political, that lead to revolution. But I’m...

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The Chaos of Upgrading

I have to get the electric stove ready to go tonight. In theory, the gas stove will be delivered tomorrow. I say in theory because I have no faith in humanity. This way, if it works out, I'll be pleasantly surprised and will have avoided disappointment. Right?    In...

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Inspiration

We took a road yesterday that we don’t ordinarily take on our journey to find the perfect stove. Traffic was stop and go, bumper to bumper, and as a result, I was able to take in more of the scenery. As hubby drove along, I looked up to see something interesting – a...

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The Luddites Would Be Proud

Technology hasn’t had an easy way to go this week in the Haddix household. Okay, let’s be honest—it hasn’t been the entire household. Hubby and the kitten haven’t been the instigators of doom. I have. You all know about the mouse in the heat pump who took the (final)...

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Tacosagna

We’ve been having friends over lately for game day, and of course there has to be food. On today’s menu, we had something new and untried. I was crossing my fingers and hoping desperately that it would work out. It did – and well. I present to you.... Tacosagna!...

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Midday Musings – 1

Technology often isn’t my friend. I don’t interact well with electronic devices—too much energy in my body, and I tend to short them out. And cords, let me tell you… I can tangle anything that resembles a string, including power cords, into a mess that will try the...

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Deer Rachel

Deer Rachel Copyright 2018 T. L. Haddix All Rights Reserved September 9, 1971 John David Campbell knew if he had to spend one more second resting on the couch, he might well die from sheer boredom. Even with the TV on, the volume turned low, tuned to the one channel...

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Age is Just a Number… Kind Of…

I’m at the age now where, if I want to read certain sizes of print, they must be held at arm’s length. If I don’t do that, they end up being fuzzy and indistinct and illegible. I made this discovery about a year ago, and it was both amusing to me at the time and a bit...

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Oh, Bother.

There was a mouse in the house last night. Ordinarily I’m not a violent person, but the news of this little fella’s demise made me happy. Why? Because this mouse met his end at the hands of the blower motor in our heat pump. You would not believe the trouble one...

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