Monthly Archives: January 1995

The attic sleeping chamber

Jan. 30, 1995 “Hey, Mom,” My daughter said, “let’s sleep in the attic tonight.” She wanted me to sleep in the crawl space above the garage and line of insulation on the night the weatherman had predicted a cold front!? … Continue reading

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Cleaning bug makes me work

Saturday I planned to work on the family finances. I went to look for the canceled checks among the boxes on the closet shelf. I knew they had to be in one of three boxes, but the boxes were blocked … Continue reading

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Traveling with Audio books

Jan. 16, 1995 As I crossed from Mississippi into Louisiana I flipped over the first audio tape of “All Around the Town.” Miles passed unnoticed as the multiple personalities co-ed slowly revealed the true identity of the murderer. In the … Continue reading

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Pencil fetish

Jan. 9, 1995 My pencil fetish began after a teacher tried to prepare us for a test by telling of a student who only took a couple of pencils to an important test. Both points broke. The kid twiddled his … Continue reading

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Aprons

January 1, 1995 At the warning call, “the bus is coming!” I closed the book I had been reading, thrust my arms into the sleeves of my long winter coat, grabbed school books off the breakfast table, and buttoned as … Continue reading

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