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The war against grime


Fri, Feb 2nd, 2001
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Monday, January 29, 2001

I had a feeling that there was something in the wind. There seemed to be an unnatural quiet and I had a premonition that something dreadful was going to happen. It was as though there was a dense fog bank and I knew something was out there but I couldnít see it and I couldnít hear it but I knew that something wicked was coming my way. I did not know how to prepare for it or what I should guard against. I became jumpy and irritable and lost what little power of concentration that I had. I wanted to crawl into a deep hole and pull a large rock in behind me. I began to wish that whatever was about to strike would do so and then perhaps I could deal with it.

It was a Tuesday morning that the blow fell; the Earth quaked, lightning struck and I learned of my fate. I realized that there was nothing that I could have done either to prepare myself for it or to have prevented it. There comes a time when resistance is futile and a man, if he has any smarts at all, must surrender and accept his fate. There was no place to run and I couldnít hide. The Supreme Being of the House announced that she was about to launch the Spring Cleaning. It is not Spring but she declared, that since I was just sitting around the house taking up space, We might just as well get started. I feel that I must define the word We. When she says We, We is not the we Noah Webster had in mind. We means that I shall be under close supervision for the next few days; thatís what We means.

We first had to get organized -- which meant launching a successful attack on the must, dust, mold, and mildew that had somehow, unbeknownst to me, occupied our house. We had to mobilize a vast array of brooms, mops, pails, dust cloths, and vacuum cleaners and then We launch a successful attack on the forces of Dirt and Dust that had somehow taken possession of the house.

Well, the battle ground is a two story house with eight dirty rooms, two dusty baths, a dirty basement, and a double attached garage that, apparently to some, is in complete disarray and is in dire need to array. The plan is to start at the top in the bedrooms. The bed had to be stripped and then disassembled, the drawers had to be removed from the dresser and the contents dumped in a pile. Bed, dresser, night table, and lamps were removed from the room. The ceiling, beams, and log walls must be vacuumed. The closet emptied and clothes sorted. Once the closet is cleaned some of the clothes wi .....
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The Gift of Life

Fri, Feb 2nd, 2001
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Monday, December 18, 2000

When the phone rang at three a.m. last Monday morning, my husband Joe sat straight up out of a deep sleep, "Baby time," he said.

With one foot on the floor, he then heard me saying, "Yes, you can dry ginger a ..... 
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A tribute

Fri, Feb 2nd, 2001
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Monday, February 5, 2001

Two writing classes have been major influences on me. One is an Advanced Placement English class. The teacher of this class has done many things to improve my writing. The other was a class on grammar. I signed up late ..... 
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Winter Birds

Fri, Feb 2nd, 2001
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Monday, January 22, 2000

January 1, 2001: We hear birds singing and see activity in fir trees as we drive slowly past a farm bordering the Whitewater Wildlife Management Area (WMA). Dana Gardner and I are participating in the Whitewater Christ ..... 
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Beneath Tropical Seas

Fri, Feb 2nd, 2001
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Monday, February 5, 2001

Waves roll in and then recede, as the ocean endlessly caresses this lonely tropical shore. Shallow, crystal clear and deliciously warm are the waters of the all-encompassing sea. The white sand beach is deserted, polis ..... 
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Escape from America

Fri, Feb 2nd, 2001
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Monday, December 11, 2000

I guess Iím a snowbird at heart because every year about this time, once the temperature dips below zero and looks like itís going to stay there awhile, I start yearning to go south. Way south. All the way down to Ecu ..... 
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Cast Iron Epidemic

Fri, Feb 2nd, 2001
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Monday, January 29, 2001

I decided that it was time to change oil in both of our vehicles last Sunday. I drafted our sixteen-year-old son, Matt, to help. I thought it was a good opportunity for Matt to profit from some of my long experience an ..... 
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A Fear of FlyingBy John TorgrimsonMonday, February 5, 2000

When I booked an October flight to Ireland for my son and I last summer, I believed that by planning far enough in advance I would eliminate any chance of a screw-up later on. After al ..... 
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