April
2, 2017
Every spring, my dandelion digger disappears.
I have a
feeling it’s with all those socks that disappear from the laundry.
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I read the papers. I look around. I see things that are either annoying or goofy. I write about them. My sister suggested that I start a blog. (Thanks for liking my stuff, Julia.) So, in no particular order, here are my thoughts.
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