Friday July 9th The Haitian Prime Minister was murdered yesterday, the new Delta variant is killing people across the world, climate change is scorching the planet while I went to buy fish. Our outdoor Fish Kiosk, a tiny drive-through with a kindly owner who has been fishing for fifty years, opened the sliding window to […]
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Wednesday July 7th Our road was slurry coated yesterday, organized by our next-door neighbor and paid for by the residents. This is a maintenance measure to keep the road in good repair. We are outside the jurisdiction of the County and are responsible for all of its care. The infrastructure project, as John calls it,
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Friday July 2nd My water aerobics class is becoming a study in diplomacy. Two new women joined the group today already sturdy, long practiced water aerobics aficionados. One tiny person, pretty with lovely red hair to her shoulders, stepped into the pool last week. She explained that she hadn’t exercised since Covid and she would
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Kent, England, 1956 The small kitchen was hot and steamy and my mother’s hair was starting to curl. We were having a face off with the huge pot of beef stew sitting between us. I had served the first course to our houseful of paying guests and Mum had made a stew for lunch because
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Sydney, 1985 “You aren’t a real foodie” my friend and part time food critic Leo said in his heavy Australian accent while he leaned against the table. “What do you mean?” I asked, washing the green chard with yellow stalks in the kitchen sink overlooking Sydney Harbor. He went on to explain that people who
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June sixth nineteen fifty-two was the date on the death certificate. My sister and I were trying to piece together the calendar of our young lives from the day our father died of a brain tumor in an Oxford hospital. I remembered our mother coming home with Sven that autumn, a tall filling-all-the-space American air
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I read this morning of new stronger variants in South America struggling with Chinese vaccines with sixty percent efficacy and assuming three shots a person at least, less than ten percent of any country vaccinated and the gifts of American vaccine not scratching the surface of need. I listen to conversations around me about returning
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A friend on our road is having a birthday dinner tonight that is turning into a ‘hurrah we can party’ party and she has invited a horde of people. She wrote an email to all the guests telling them it is potluck but ‘Jane will make appetizers’ and a list of other known bakers and
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I had a hilarious conversation today with an old friend about red toenails, both of us sporting nails of this color for much of our lives. She described carefully painting her own toes, something neither of us have done ourselves in recent years, getting red varnish on her skin as well as the nail itself.
