Barbara J. HambyAuthor & Poet |
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DiscoveryMost of us know that credit card companies seize every opportunity to sell us some service, needed or not. Thus I was not surprised when I called to validate my new Discover card and was assaulted with a sales pitch for fraud and identity theft insurance. The young man on the other end of the phone might have been… click here to continue October, 30th, 2008 Calm after the StormAfter a sleepless night waiting for someone to show up and steal my car, I called the grocery store where I thought I’d left my billfold in a cart. None had been turned in. So I called the credit card companies and the credit union to get my cards cancelled and new ones ordered. That done, I called the… click here to continue October, 28th, 2008 State of PanicAfter an enjoyable day, spending time reading in the sun on the deck and a long swim session, I stopped at a grocery store. I had brought just my billfold, not my purse, and I started feeling sick at the store. I quickly picked out a few items, then checked out and headed for home. Hours later,… click here to continue October, 26th, 2008 Nit Picking Line EditingThis week I’ve been editing and tightening my memoir stories as I attempt to weave them together. It’s tedious work, but I find the results satisfying. My critique group went over about twelve pages with me and further fine-tuned them. The more times I go over all those old stories, the less emotional impact they carry. We did… click here to continue October, 24th, 2008 Time at High SpeedWhen I picked up my after dinner toothbrush, it seemed as if I’d just put the after-breakfast toothbrush down. Time doesn’t march anymore; it runs at high speed. Minutes, hours, days, weeks and months filled with mostly mundane activities rush by. Monday I spent several hours going to Portland, meeting with the Kaiser research group and driving back. Tuesday… click here to continue October, 22nd, 2008 Once Again the Autumn LeavesThe row of trees outside our living room window turns to flame as we watch again this year. I could live without the power lines between us—underground would be nice, but I can mentally block them and the outdoor lights out and just enjoy the vivid colors. As I drive around our little town and on into Portland, there… click here to continue October, 20th, 2008 We Don’t Take ChecksYesterday I had a light breakfast meal for lunch in a restaurant about 15 miles from home. I tucked the check and a $20.00 bill in the book I’d been reading, went to the restroom, and walked out the door without paying. I tossed the book and my purse in the car and drove off without noticing the unusual… click here to continue October, 18th, 2008 |