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weekend wrap, sixteen
September is in full swing and half over as I write these words. It’s always so quaint to not only be surprised by the passage of time, but then to write about it as if anyone reading those words isn’t even further into the future and looking back wishing it were only the middle of
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weekend wrap, fifteen
Writing a weekend wrap on a Monday morning is very much a shakeout ritual. You see me posting some low-stakes content here summing up my random acts of nothing much on the opening day of a new week and wonder what’s the point, but getting back into the business of productive writing after a few
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weekend wrap, fourteen
It’s September, and the last few days of August were a long weekend that was busy and activity-filled and definitely not wasted for the last day of summer holidays. Friday evening I got my board shorts on and sat in front of the computer for a a solid two hours attending the kick off board
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weekend wrap, thirteen
Oh, lucky. Here we are on another Monday morning perched in front of a keyboard as summer wanes. The Kid was lamenting that her first post-grade-school summer flew by in a blur of summer job and a smattering of friend gatherings which seemed as tho it cheated her a little. Get used to it, I
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pool blues
Fate has kicked me in the gut once again. At the risk of evoking a critical level of pity and having that backfire at me in the second paragraph of this essay, I’m going to mention a sad little easily-solved problem that unfortunately knocked me low again this week: they are closing the pool where





