arfie
Status: knowledge is all past tense. i can't **know** a thing until it has already happened. stay in the present tense. stay ignorant.
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A surprise within our attempts to find a predictable routine within the massive changes that have happened since August is the morning play hour. There have been very few mornings in this storm...
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The grief of ES's mysteries have been part of my strictly personal "Normal" for quite allot of years now. There isnae an anniversary to mark the loss, but ? ? ? Should I declare one for the sake of...
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Is having a son turn 40 is even more mind fucky than my own 40th birthday? This week, a quarter century later, I canae seem to remember my 40th birthday and donae care to do the math, much less the...
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Yesterday I became pretty convinced that Big Bro is having eviction flashbacks. I donae know how many evictions he experienced during his five years with his parents, but it was wa-a-ay more than any...
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The odd mix of feelings and interactions was pretty intense on our little ship of fools yesterday. Big Sis prattled 4 year old style about Mommy and Daddy for the entire day while Big Bro (6) lashed...
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I attended a "Dual Language Education" seminar this week. No, silly, of course the seminar wasnae in two languages. It was in a single language, talking ABOUT other languages. In the Americas, from...
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The peripheral reaction to using the word, "Normal" or any of its derivatives is sufficient for me to get me correcting my politics, but this is a continuation of the "Normalizing" thread. Keeping...
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The dynamic little city which put on quite a show in ending my southward trek in 1977 has grown into a hate spot for me. The chaotic boom greed has paved over most of what so enchanted me way back...
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The porch construction crew knocked out our internet early Saturday when they put on the roof next to our sattellite dish. Oh bother. . . Even with the distractions of the new porch and furniture, an...
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Somewhere between the Protective Custody Shift in mid August and the tragic car wreck on September 21st, Hubs and I promised the GKs a new house. The ramshackle old farm house was the best camp cabin...
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A quick surf tells me that this term is still in use, but has grown even more confusing than it when I learned it in my '70's psychotherapy. Triple so since it has climbed aboard the math and tech...
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Hubs and I were the rival factions as of bedtime last night. The rivalry bubbled out of the good news that the furniture would be arriving Friday (tomorrow) morning during the same hours that the...
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My beloved son and his wife have been especially active in my heart and thoughts since yesterday's errands run into the metroplex. I believe that is equally true for the other crew members of this...
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The MLK student holiday was a pretty stark contrast to the miraculous glow of Sunday. The elder siblings woke sniping one another like true warriors of the Gender Wars. Big Sis was armed with her...
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Again I find myself wishing for clarity in the big, sloppy of alphabet soup which my damaged memory has made of the many, many professionals who have been part of my long, tedious recovery from child...
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