It has been several weeks since I last wrote a blog. Where have I been?

I started a job. It is my second dream job (after writing). I’m working in the library at the local university as the evening supervisor. The title is fancy, the job is heaven from many stand points. Probably the most important is that my evening hours dovetail beautifully with Husband’s second shift. Secondly, I’m working with and around books in a educational setting. No, I’m not paying them to let me work there.

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I’ve thought about saying that I’ve been under the weather which does not imply that I’ve been sick. It just means “I don’t do heat!” Fortunately we purchased window unit air conditioners several years ago. Who knew everything I needed (books, computer, recliner) would be in the bedroom with the air conditioner. Since my job is less than a mile from the house, I mentioned walking or riding my bike to Husband. He thought that would be good for me, but so far the university hasn’t purchased an instrument to wring me out once I get to work.

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It was just last week that I discovered taking the clothes off the line at 5 o’clock in the afternoon must have been an Olympic sport. It certainly ruined the shower I had already taken in preparation for going to work. Must have been that saunter from the end of the other end of the clothes line to the clothes pin bag. That’ll get ya’ every time.

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Son has acquired a new-to-him desk when one of his friends moved closer to another university. Subsequently, Son has been cleaning his room to make room for his new acquisition. (Be still my heart! It only took 22 years.) The cleaning means he is giving up toys and desk of his youth. The desk is temporarily in the hallway until I can clear room in the den.

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Mostly, I’ve found myself to be very reflective. The anniversary dates of four friends who died last summer are quickly approaching. One of those was my dear friend Father Bob. We knew each other for 35-years. When I was going through a box of “stuff” from the den, I found the car he sent with another card for me. He found a card with a picture of the World’s Longest Garage Sale pictured. I had urged him to take a day and go with me each year. It never happened, but he remembered…and now, I remember, too.e

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When I returned to school in the early 90s to get my teaching certificate, I befriended two of my professors who influenced thousands of students over their careers. They were obviously good friends with each other, too. When I met them, they were “older”, both had dogs, both were unmarried. Lois did marry in 1995 when she was 70. She died in April.

Martha was only 10 years my senior and was truly a life-long friend. When she changed from vinyl to CDs I was the recipient of her many classical and opera albums. Martha died two weeks ago of leukemia without finding her “knight in shining armor” (a term she used in class one time to caution about turning papers in late – she might have a date with…)

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I’m going back into my shell for a little bit. I’m less than 50 pages within the end of a 1066 page book I’ve been reading for 3 years. I like the suspense to last.

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