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  • Did you see the ravens’ nest on the hiking trail?
    5/29/2020 The ravens are back.
    Last year they had a nest right on my hiking trail but I didn’t notice them making it. I didn’t notice when they started guarding it or when the female laid eggs. I didn’t notice a thing. I never saw the nest—which is almost five feet across—and I’m not feeling too stupid about that because the nest is more than 100 feet in the air. I didn’t notice a thing until the chicks were hatched. Then I noticed.
  • Starting to go stir-crazy during this quarantine
    5/21/2020 It’s safe to say everyone is getting a bit tired of it.
    My parents, both in their eighties, were going a little stir-crazy in Florida. They missed their house in the woods and so they filled the RV with food and water and drove 2000 miles north. I was worried about them, naturally, but they only left their RV to fill up with gas and they are now in their home up north and a lot happier. My mom explained how they were able to make it in record time.
  • How much peppermint ice cream will I need?
    5/14/2020 “I love seeing all the people in the park,” my sister told me on the phone the other night. “I can tell who is together because they are walking in little clumps!”
    I love that idea: little satellites orbiting the park—usually with a dog—keeping a safe distance from the other orbiting clumps nearby.
    My sister is in a clump consisting of herself, her husband, their two children, a dog and a cat.
  • Daisy makes her way across our street
    5/7/2020 My desk faces the window and that is where I spend most of my time.
    I spend about as much time at my desk as I do in my bed which is, conveniently located about thirty feet away. It’s a pretty short commute and there’s rarely traffic. Occasionally, my husband Peter might be coming or going from the bathroom, but that’s about it.
  • Snoopy leaves my hands smelling like a dog
    4/15/2020 It’s a very gray day. Today is exactly the sort of day I am most grateful for dogs.
    Walking in my neighborhood, everyone feels the need to share the latest dire news. Meeting in the street, we almost feel irresponsible if we don’t express our concern and our dismay and our confusion. The people with dogs, however, have it easy.
    Because dogs don’t care.
  • In defense of Pollyanna, I’m proud to have a sunny outlook
    4/8/2020 I think Pollyanna might have gotten a bum rap.
    More than once in my life I’ve been accused of having a “Pollyanna attitude.” I didn’t actually know what this meant, except that it was not a good thing. Being “a Pollyanna” implied having an unrealistically sunny view of whatever was happening. Since Pollyanna and I had been linked so often, I thought I should finally read the book.
  • Trying to keep up with a push up challenge online
    4/1/2020 Bob suggested we all do push-ups.
    I guess I should mention that I don’t know Bob. Peter, my husband, knew Bob in high school. To be perfectly honest, I’m not sure Peter and Bob were even close pals in high school. But Bob sent me a Facebook friend request shortly after he became Facebook friends with Peter and, even though I don’t know Bob, I accepted. Then Bob challenged me to do push-ups.
  • A deal of a lifetime can get you more cheese than you can eat in it
    3/18/2020 My husband, Peter, likes buying in bulk.
    Peter hates paying shipping fees. He never wants to run out of anything and he loves a bargain. This is why we buy coffee in enormous bags, crackers by the case, nuts and raisins 10 pounds at a time, rice in 20-pound bags, and beans in 50-pound bags. It is sometimes a little alarming when the boxes arrive.
  • Romantic Impulses should be just that…impulses
    3/11/2020 I was looking at my hair in the mirror.
    “I think I might need a touch-up,” I noted to my husband, Peter.
    “Hmmm,” Peter replied, without looking up. (Which means, “If you think so honey. I honestly believe you might be able to hold off a week!” I can always count on Peter for a thoughtful response.)
  • Starting a brand new chapter with fiction on my brain
    3/4/2020 Last week I started doing something I’ve never done before. I started writing fiction.
    I realize this does not sound shocking since I’m writing every week. My husband, Peter, says I write fiction all the time—every time I write about him. But the truth is, I have not written a word of fiction since I was in the second grade and wrote, “The 500-Pound Mouse.”
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