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Creative Crow and Other ObservationsToday I watched a crow scoop bugs from a neighbor’s roof using a stick (actually a small tree branch with tributary branches still attached). When I finally figured out what he was doing, he flew away, carrying the cumbersome stick with him. I’ve seen similar scenes on television, but never “in the wild,” so to speak. It made… click here to continue April, 10th, 2005 Promotion and LocomotionMy books have recently been added to the NorthWest Writers’ web site:{http://www.northwestwriters.com). This is a fairly new web site created to feature writers in this area. I’m quite pleased with the way the books are promoted on this site and find myself in good company there. There is an email newsletter connected with the site also, that features one of… click here to continue April, 08th, 2005 Getting OrganizedLast night I wimped out and didn’t write for the blog. After a long, hard day, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep almost instantly. I may give up on posting something every day, maybe write less often and have more to say. A new student in our Creative Writing class set up a web site for the… click here to continue April, 07th, 2005 Another DayToday I had lunch with an old friend I hadn’t seen in several years who now lives in Salem. We had a great time catching up on things we hadn’t reported by email. She met me at the newly reopened Village Inn at the I-5 exit near Tualatin. She was astonished at all the changes in the intersection.… click here to continue April, 05th, 2005 Computer Spring CleaningFor several days I’ve been cleaning out files in this computer, a boring, but necessary task. With over 100,000 files to deal with, it seems as if it is never ending. It is my hope that it will be easier to find a specific file, if this project ever is completed. It boggles my mind how… click here to continue April, 04th, 2005 Time on My HandsRecently I heard myself humming in the shower an old love song, “Time on My Hands.” I started wondering when the last bit of time on my hands occurred in my life. I stopped wearing a timepiece about a year ago, but that?’ a side issue. Since I became an adult, I don’t remember ever having time on… click here to continue April, 03rd, 2005 Ruminations as a Birthday ApproachesIt seems as if, when I open the drapes each morning and spring into a new day, I jump faster toward the end of the day, week, month and year. It is mind-boggling how much more quickly time goes with each birthday. Notwithstanding the fact that my step is less springy and my body less agile than when… click here to continue April, 02nd, 2005 |