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This was it--number *gulp* 51. But that's ok, because it means I made it through the year after birthday number 50 without the trauma that occurred during years 30 and 40. The curse of the nulls is broken.

It was a quiet celebration--blueberry waffles made by HH for breakfast. Nice prezzies. A trip over to my hometown for a cookout at the log cabin ( Read more... )

The sun is shining!

The towels are hanging on the line. At this point I could go into a rant about people who don't like outdoor clotheslines [Marketplace story], but I won't.]

This afternoon I'm going to pick these:


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Not me--the garden. HH brought one in the other night, waving in triumph, but it's been too wet to pick. (Nasty things happen to bean leaves if you touch them when they are wet.) This morning was sunny, though. Long enough to dry things out. So after lunch I dashed out to pick.
This is what I came back with:


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 As in "O bliss, o rapture!" "O rapture, o bliss ( Read more... )

Summer is delicious.


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After HH went out for his morning walk at 4:45 (can you believe it?!), I was hoping to fall fully asleep again, but kapow!  Not only did a way out of a paragraph that I had been struggling with yesterday (this one for paying work) fall into my mind, but an approach I might take on what I had thought would be my second novel fell in after it. This ( Read more... )

Two hours later I am on Facebook. If any of my LJ friends want to friend me, it's Katherine Quimby Johnson ( Read more... )

This week I am free to consider the rest of  the summer.

Children's writing goals:

Stick with WFMAD through July. Yesterday - check. Today - check, thanks to

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