I am a soft person, but I feel a need to attack my goals. 2023. Dare I say, “May the attack be with you?”
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Frying Bacon and Reading
No multi-tasking except for moments when I fried bacon while reading a presidential autobiography.
A Gift of Ice Blizzard.
As I wrote another to-do list, I listened to the business news television report. As I folded laundry, I turned to the business news channel. The Federal Reserve had met…
Advent ‘22 Hope
Please, please “give a hoot.” The gifts of the season are not always the prettiest or most convenient…
The Spirit of Christmas Budgets.
First, start with time. Not as a habit because a person won’t do it. Make time a gift to yourself. Do it now.
The Woodpecker.
February 9, 2022 This little woodpecker had rammed my living room window. The sound of its impact had startled my sleeping nine year old setter. For the first few seconds it had lain still. Just as I moved to bring it inside, it propped its head by leveraging its beak against the deck’s storage box.Continue reading “The Woodpecker.”
Women’s Health: February is Mammogram Time
February 3, 2022. 7:07 the oven clock shown in the go color of digital green. My appointment was scheduled for 7:30. “ I could be five minutes late,” I reasoned with the half-wit awareness of one’s sleepy brain. “It’s been a long, long time,” I thought to myself. “I haven’t been late in a foreverContinue reading “Women’s Health: February is Mammogram Time”
“It’s Time“
My soul had felt it for weeks. “Don’t wait,” from weeks ago ripened into the phrase ‘It’s time”…
New Gray.
January 4, 2022 I watched a favorite movie as the clock struck midnight. I had been reminded of the movie by what seemed to me to be the signature music of the movie. Beethoven’s Seventh played in the movie’s poignant moment when King George gave his World War II speech to the people of GreatContinue reading “New Gray.”
Not to wait.
I stuffed a change of top and fresh underwear into a plastic shopping bag, dressed into my new surfing-style swimsuit then went to the pool. No, I wasn’t going to look for my gym bag. And no, I wasn’t waiting for the new year…
Stephanie Springborn 