I suddenly miss my OU friends. A lot. A local friend known from back in those days, a fellow UUer
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Only 17-18 years too late. ( Read more... )

There is a woman who rides on my bus almost every morning. She's probably in her early 70s, maybe late 60s and has been taking the commute into Boston from Lexington for longer than I have. We rarely speak and I rarely sit near her, as she prefers to put her bag next to her. We both read our paperback novels and if we make eye contact we smile ( Read more... )

( blah blah soapbox blah )

Point the first: T1 at work is still pulling a Sybil routine. It's dodgy enough that AIM's been not an option for several hours. I've been cut off from 2 phone conversations today, and I'm so not thrilled ( Read more... )

I had second thoughts about this copy of Retrospective, a best of by the Indigo Girls. Until I started to listen to it- only on track 4, Watershed, and I'm reminded why I worshipped these wimmin for so many years.

Oh, yes. I didn't mention this before but after writing to my aunt on the topic and particularly saying the following: "Like so many projects of this nature, it's akin to herding cats. I dislike that past-time a great deal and yet I always find myself with the catherd's crook and a field full of truculant tabbies ( Read more... )

( in honor of Miss Stacy Jane, reconnected at last )

last week, I got 2 packages in the mail filled with a donation. The contents is not the focus, but the boxes themselves ( Read more... )

Jess at 5

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