Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
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Tuesday, May 29, 2012
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Monday, May 28, 2012
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
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Saturday, May 26, 2012
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Friday, May 25, 2012
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Thursday, May 24, 2012
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012
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Monday, May 21, 2012
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
~ By Author Unknown ~
True love is a sacred flame
That burns eternally,
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules nor binds,
And true love holds with gentle hands
The hearts that it entwines.
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Saturday, May 19, 2012
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Friday, May 18, 2012
That's what I thought of when I glanced a bunch of fish art at a local kids' art show. Let's see. Around the kitchen table on winter nights, we played War, Go Fish, Old Maid, Crazy Eights, Gin Rummy, Penny Ante, Rummy and even a few hands of basic Poker. Mom placed a large bowl of buttered popcorn in the center of the table, and we all manned a piping hot cup of hot chocolate with splotch of marshmallow fluff on top. Mom called the game of the night, and we were off for hours. It was simple. It was always a fun-filled night. Heck, I even played 52 Pick-up with Marchin a couple of times. That's what an older brother does. Sucker!
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Thursday, May 17, 2012
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
*gentle spring rain is fun to walk in (even if it's just bringing out the trash)
*fried clams, one in a while, are a good thing (there's a trip to Ken's in my future)
*with the struggling Sox, gonna make a long summer (I've got to find a new hobby)
*patterns make life easy (I need to find more)
*Fridays are mighty fine (heck, most days are)
*love Mad Men (and I don't mind the intro w/ men falling)
*I like designing new sections of our yard (sometimes I drive E- crazy)
*I enjoy being anonymous (it's not all about me... well, sometimes)
*Heidi Klum is still single (ah, I can dream...)
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Monday, May 14, 2012
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Sunday, May 13, 2012
The tulip garden on Bedford Street is filled with brilliant colors, the apple trees in the backyard are covered with blossoms and the aromas of spring are constant. If it's mid-May, it's time to pay homage to Mom's everywhere. White or Pink? I remember at St. Joseph's Church the tradition was the men wore white carnations if their mom was alive and pink if she had passed. Just about every suited gent carried a flower in his lapel. I thought that was quite cool. I wanted one too.
Moms everywhere... enjoy your day!
I'm cooking mussels in the sun. That's my plan.
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Saturday, May 12, 2012
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
I had to smile a bit last night. I read a poem written by a friend, and it contained this word 'listen' many times. It was a poem about taking a drive with her dad and realizing everything he had shared with her in his stories. For me, it recalled most every phone call I ever got from my dad. I'd pick up the ringing phone, and the voice on the other end always chimed, "Listen... It was never "Hello M-", "Hi M-", "How are you M-" Our conversation, just about always, began this way, "Listen... And it wasn't just me. My brother and sisters would often joke around, when we got together, about these opening lines in phone calls. We still do. I'm chuckling right now, as I write these lines. I guess it was just his way to get a conversation moving. Sometimes, the information he was passing along was very important, but mostly it was just his unique way to let us know it was him on the other end of the line. I miss those words these days. Maybe that's why I like to tell stories.
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Maurice Sendak (1928-2012)
Where the Wild Things Are
If he's in heaven or someplace else...
"now," cried Max, "let the wild rumpus start!"
Great read for J- and me. And I do believe he never went to bed frightened. Brave lad!
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Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
If I keep driving or passing by I get this feeling that to stop might change my day... maybe change a piece of me forever. This doesn't happen all the time. Every once in a while, usually when I'm alone. Is it spiritual? I don't know. I don't like regrets. I'll avoid them at all costs. If I'm superstitious at all it about events like this. Go figure. Anyway, I stopped and left the car by the roadside. It wasn't an easy trek. The field ahead was laden with water, left over from the recent rainy days. Walking among the these small trees, the strong aroma was almost over-coming. I could have stayed there for hours... ok, just a few minutes, but you get the idea. It smelled so wonderfully fresh! Yes, I exaggerate at times but mostly for effect.
Regrets? I've had a few.
I don't like them!
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Sunday, May 6, 2012
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Saturday, May 5, 2012
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Friday, May 4, 2012
"Sitting on a park bench..."
It was a night!
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Thursday, May 3, 2012
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Wednesday, May 2, 2012
This is a look at the side of Margaritas Mexican Restaurant on Brown Street and the backside of a large building that faces Congress Street. I enjoy a Mexican meal every once in a while, but it better be quite mild. I'm a pretty sensitive guy, you see. How sensitive? There are certain brands of mustard and ketchup that are very difficult for me. Often times, I attempt to inform friends that I'm a pretty sensitive guy. Funny. All I hear is high-pitched laughter. The last time I stopped here for dinner, before the Saw Doctors, I had a Blue-Cheese Bacon Burger. Not Mexican fare but quite scrumptious!
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Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Theme Day: Bakeries
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Old 'n New
Happy May Day!
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