Archive | July, 2009

My Square Foot Garden: Mourning

This is the first week I haven’t gotten out on a Wednesday or Thursday evening to take pictures of my garden. If you continue on, I’ll tell you why. Last Sunday, I got up admitting defeat. The blight had taken over my tomatoes and my life. I spent so much time on trying to save […]

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The Raw Vegan: Part LXXXIII, Flashback Time

Once again, the hazard of writing one’s life story in real time has come to the fore. I left out some adventures that really must be incorporated so here I go. It was hard to imagine, but the corporation that owned our little hospital plus several others decided to relocate. When I was in Pasadena, […]

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My Week: Squeakin’ By

This week was one that didn’t get chronicled every day or even noted. It’s been largely an unenthusiastic week and I think you can figure out why if you have been following my Square Foot Garden updates. There hasn’t been a whole lot about my tomatoes that’s been encouraging. I’ve been searching far and wide […]

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The Raw Vegan: Part LXXXII, Alone Again

I’ve been thinking (and DS2 would say that’s a dangerous thing for me to do) that most of the chapters I write are about the bad times and there have been good times, too. The other day, I was listening to the Sabbath School discussion group on Pine Knoll and Jonathan Gallagher said something like, […]

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My Week: A Testimonial to Raw Food

My week started out as weeks do—with Sunday. It wasn’t an extraordinary day. I had my usual (when I’m home) visit with DD. While we were talking, Twinkle got into her Cat Play Cube for, as far as I know, the first time since I turned off the gas logs. She didn’t cooperate very well, […]

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My Square Foot Garden: It’s a Sad Hour.

My father-in-law would use that phrase whenever he wanted to express something happening that wasn’t a good thing. He wouldn’t pronounce it “hour”, though. It was “ARE”. And it is a sad are. He knew how to say it correctly but it seemed to be a more depressed statement being mispronounced. Here’s the sad state […]

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