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Saturday, May 6th, 2006
Breakfast with the Groupies at Cracker Barrel. Visit with Alyx at 4th Street where she told me she is moving back to the Keep. I’ll miss her. Clean-up of porch at 4th St. Help middle school parents with yard sale–leftovers went to Cabrini Closet, our thrift store. Watch the Derby. Exciting finish. Not as exciting […]
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Tuesday, May 2nd, 2006
There is an author named Molly O’Neill who writes cookbooks. I guess I’m weird, but I like to read cookbooks. But that is not what I want to read by Molly O’Neill. First of all, I can’t think of a better name than Molly O’Neill. Then I found out that she is Paul O’Neill’s sister. […]
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Saturday, February 25th, 2006
Whose mouse are you? Nobody’s mouse. Where is your mother? Inside the cat. Where is your father? Caught in a trap. Where is your sister? Far from home. Where is your brother? I have none. What will you do? Shake my mother from the cat. Free my father from the trap. Find my sister and […]
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Sunday, December 25th, 2005
My three ships are in–Brendan from L-ville, Ian from Glendale, Caitlan from England. They are my comfort, my support, my purpose. They are unconditional love. They breathe Wayne and reflect the influence of Joe. They are the immortality of a special union. Amazingly, it was a good day. We awoke late, having been to Midnight […]
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Saturday, December 24th, 2005
We picked up Ian and Brendan in Louisville and went to the North End Cafe for breakfast with Yale. We ate pork tenderloin, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce and peas. We are at Deb’s. My kids are home. It is good. Poem: Excerpt of “Christmas” by George Herbert. Public Domain. “Christmas” The shepherds sing; and […]
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Friday, November 25th, 2005
My children are philosophers. Not surprising since their father was such, and the little time that they spent with their philosopher-stepfather must have affected them as well. Brendan the railer(he who rails against the MAN), Ian the searcher (he keeps heading East), and Caitlan the seeker of justice (she wonders whether India and Ghana are […]
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Friday, November 18th, 2005
My brother got my tag and listed Faure’s Requiem and that’s one of the pieces on my Canterbury Cathedral cd from Aunt Carol. It was very weird because I was listening to it when I read his blog. Last night I talked to my son Ian–he called me because my daughter had alerted both my […]
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Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Livejournal along with your seven songs. Then tag (at least) seven other people to see what they’re listening […]
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