Category Archives: Navel Gazing (and I Don’t Mean Oranges)

Curses

Posted on October 19, 2011 by RG

I recorded myself for the accent vlog that everybody’s doing these days (lemming!  lemming!  find me a cliff of of which I may fling myself!), but now I can’t find the cord that transfers the video from the camera to … Continue reading →

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Tune Up

Posted on October 5, 2011 by RG

Ah, bein’ old. My old thyroid thing is acting up.  The diagnosis was just within the last year, so it makes sense that it takes time to normalize things.  It also makes sense that a GP who works at a … Continue reading →

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Nine One One, One One

Posted on September 11, 2011 by RG

Every single remembrance of nine eleven that I have ever read, I swear, begins with a description of the sky.  Clear.  Blue.  Perfect.  Cloudless.  Cerulean.  We expected some kind of warning.  Mother Nature’s failure to acknowledge the evil that loomed was … Continue reading →

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Idyll Interrupted

Posted on July 25, 2011 by RG

On July 15, the day after that last post, I took the boys on another amazing bike ride.  We waved at train conductors, truck drivers, and shipmates, and I marveled at how cool it is to live in a port … Continue reading →

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Seven Qualities I Want

Posted on July 13, 2011 by RG

I have been inspired by two favorite bloggers today: magic cookie and R.  I’ll answer magic cookie’s question first, and maybe steal R’s idea tomorrow, because I like them both, and it makes a change from talking about potty training! … Continue reading →

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