Small Moments of Great Reward

Thoughts from a just-turned-70 individual living a richly textured life in Delaware, Ohio.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Inch One Hundred Thirty-Two: The Trip

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Nebraska We have been back from our trip for about a week and a half and I am just now blogging about it. My difficulty is in finding ...
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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Inch One Hundred Thirty-One: Update

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We are back from vacation , having arrived home Saturday in the early evening. Sunday was spent in a whirl of laundry, cleaning, unpacking...
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Saturday, August 13, 2016

Inch One Hundred Thirty: Road Trip

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We are coming back home tonight after over two weeks on the road. Remember my post about minimalist packing when I went to Seattle and Por...
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Thursday, August 4, 2016

Inch One Hundred Twenty-Nine: End of an Era

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The Buick is dead. The Buick is undeniably and reliably dead. The Buick is not only merely dead, but really most sincerely dead. Sever...
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Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Inch One Hundred Twenty-Eight: Lists

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This is what our kitchen table looks like this week: My friend Cindy would be so proud! 
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Friday, July 22, 2016

Inch One Hundred Twenty-Seven: Conventions

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When I was a child growing up in a multi-generational house (two separate households with our own separate living space), we always gathered...
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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Inch One Hundred Twenty-Six: Poetry Night

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Poetry Night is every Wednesday evening, starting around 7:30 p.m. Poetry Night can be at Mark and Mel's house, or my house, or Mich...
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April
Delaware, Ohio
Just turned 70, living in my hometown and plugged into my community in ways I never expected when I shook the dust of this place off my feet over 50 years ago. After receiving a one-way ticket to Cancerland in 2004, I got an immediate Life Lesson in what is important. Many, many Life Lessons later, I am still around, now very happily married to the guy I first loved when I was 16 and he was 18 (only he didn’t get it back then). Every day for me is a gift, filled with small moments of great reward.
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