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Created: January 30th, 2016 at 4:21am
Modified: June 9th, 2021 at 6:43pm
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As I do not have internet at home, I only get to write in snippets; in between work tasks; as I sit at my shift from 15:30 to 04:00. I live a bit out of the way, and they want too much for the hook up. Perhaps, in time, I will put out the expense, but not at this moment. So....if anyone goes to read any of my work...especially my "Novella"....please understand that one chapter is not complete until you see an entry for the beginning of the next. If you begin to read a chapter, and there is no further entry below it, it is still a work in progress. That is, until the final chapter, of course. That entry will be finished when I add the word final to the entry title. I hope someone gets interested in my musings at some point.
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January 14, 2017 at 9:02pm
January 14, 2017 at 9:02pm
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My Ollie was hurting, because he had sprained his back.
He jumped on the bed, this morning, when I got home from work.
Woo hoo! He's feeling better.
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January 1, 2017 at 6:13pm
January 1, 2017 at 6:13pm
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He was needed, and now he's gone. |
December 27, 2016 at 7:38pm
December 27, 2016 at 7:38pm
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"I'm drawing LOTS of circles for you, Nana, because I want to give you a thousand hugs!" |
December 26, 2016 at 8:48pm
December 26, 2016 at 8:48pm
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"Nana?" he asked.
"Do you know why I love you so much?" |
December 20, 2016 at 10:35pm
December 20, 2016 at 10:35pm
December 11, 2016 at 12:03am
December 11, 2016 at 12:03am
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Well...I went and did it. I got married...again.
I love him so much. |
December 3, 2016 at 9:51pm
December 3, 2016 at 9:51pm
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I double up in pain, my breath is labored, and I cry.
I want her home. |
November 29, 2016 at 2:30am
November 29, 2016 at 2:30am
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Silence is the scariest thing to face. You never know what’s lurking in the dark, around the corner, or inside the mind of another. I believe that silence may be the only thing that I am, truly, afraid of.
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November 21, 2016 at 6:02pm
November 21, 2016 at 6:02pm
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The little things are the ones that matter most. |
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