To explain myself to myself? Hardly necessary. To explain myself to ... someone else?
Apparently, from time to time, I'm possessed of an inexplicable urge to piss in the wind.
Done.
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Bah!
A third felicity of age is that it has found expression. Ralph Waldo Emerson “Old Age,” Society and Solitude (1870).
Bah!
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January
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- What I did last Sunday
- Yes, we have no bananas.
- Beerbohm! Beerbohm! Beerbohm!
- Happy National Day of Mourning!
- Sunshine on my rooftop...
- I seem to be allergic to . . .
- Menopause
- Nothing to report
- Noms!
- The Point
- Test Drive
- "Time it was, and what a time it was ..."
- Why did I come back here?
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About Me
- Felicity
- Older child has left the nest. Younger one has one wing over the side. Soon, very soon, I will have to become reacquainted with that old woman in the mirror. God help me.
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