Saying goodbye and moving on

It appears the lady beetles have moved on to the next plane. Or is it plain? We are, after all, in North Dakota. I haven't seen them for weeks. They last appeared in the kitchen and the bathroom. One had landed high on the wall above the light fixture over the bathroom sink. I imagine …

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Beginning to show my age

I'm beginning to show my age, I think as I inspect myself in the tall mirror hanging on the bathroom door. It's Christmas morning, and I am wearing the "I Believe" t-shirt with Santa on it. I am 46 years old. And a half. Tomorrow is my half birthday. The silvery tinsel strands of hair …

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