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See-ums and No-see-ums
What you don’t see will bite you. What you do see bites you in a different way. I wore white slacks and a three-quarter sleeve blouse to a bridal shower. I wanted to hide my polka-dotted age spots on my legs and the bug bites that appear after every ever-so-brief foray outside. Yes, I have Continue reading
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Geezer’s World
Saturday morning my husband and I got an early start to do errands, one of which was to hit a big sale on compression socks at the new Austin Pharmacy in Cockeysville. This is how you know we are turning into old people: I–that’s right, me, myself–got up early on a Saturday to go buy John compression Continue reading
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Swimmin’ in the gene pool
No disrespect to my third cousins in Ireland, but I’m having a distressing week with my gene pool. And I’m pretty sure the Irish genes are to blame. It started with an email from my first cousin Denise who was going through old stuff and worked herself into such a depressive state after finding her 1972 passport Continue reading
Slightly Off the Grid 