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Pie bar
Had to jump on to post this picture. When I wrote “Meet me at the pie bar…” I couldn’t find a picture of an old automat, which was the kernel of the pie bar idea. Only mine would be cozier and more modern. But Paul Krugman’ ‘s Substack today had a picture of one for Continue reading
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Parking lots I’ve known and loved…
Yesterday I went to the pharmacy to pick up hospice medications for my husband, who is in his last peaceful hours. His beloved family envelops him, he’s in no pain. We are very fortunate. I’m so tired I can’t walk straight. I’m so exhausted I can’t think straight. My body is so fatigued I’m in Continue reading
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Old notepads…
This morning I found a list on an old ruled notepad my daughter, now a mature woman, had made as a young woman. At first glance, it wasn’t anything sentimental, just 3 columns on a yellow lined pad with bright, aesthetic headings in red ink. A sign-up sheet, but I can’t remember for what. But Continue reading
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Meet me at the pie bar…
I want to open a chain of small, cozy but bright automats that serve nothing but delicious, fresh, homemade pie that I would buy from the best bakers in town. And I want them to be called pie bars. Our summer special would be key lime pie – nothing else, all summer long – and Continue reading
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Don’t make me say this again…
An egg, for this context, is a reproductive body produced by a bird. An egg consists of an eggshell (the protective layer), a yolk (the yellow part) and albumen (the clear gooey stuff we call the white). We refer to the egg as the sum of its 3 parts. An eggshell is the thin, hard Continue reading
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Things I’ve gone my whole life without knowing (Part 5,893,422)
Clue in the NYT crossword this morning: Landmark on which most U.S. radio stations base the starts of their call signs, with “W” on the east and “K” on the west [Algonquin] The answer was Mississippi River. Easy enough to figure out because it’s the landmark for a lot of things, but I’m struck that Continue reading
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Just write already
Changing back to this theme because if I choose one with too many photos, I’d spend all day looking for just the right image to post. But not before I got sidetracked down some rabbit hole about some dead celebrity or an endocrine condition I’m sure I have. And before you know it, it’s time Continue reading
About Me
This blog started out as letters to my dog maizie but devolved into meaningless observations from a half-deaf cancer alumnus introvert navigating the noise you other people make.
DEARMAIZIE 