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Showing posts with label *0311. Show all posts
Showing posts with label *0311. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 11, 2026

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Tuesday, March 11, 2025

1. Oatmeal pancakes for March
2. The scented geraniums in front are coming into bloom
3. A hard afternoon downpour, rain is always welcome
4. To Kill a Mockingbird Harper Lee

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Monday, March 11, 2024


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Saturday, March 11, 2023



Bathroom redo!!!!

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Friday, March 11, 2022


Our annual St. Pat's/Lenten dinner date:
Filet-o-fish and we share a shamrock shake.

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Thursday, March 11, 2021

1.  Bees buzzing in the orange blossoms
2.  Lots of happy news
3.  Bean soup
4.  Kitchen ideas
5.  A comfortable schedule

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Wednesday, March 11, 2020

1.  Nice homemade honey oatmeal bread
2.  I think the electricians are done
3.  Also, the plumber fixed the broken drain with only two holes in the ceiling, and he was really nice -- told us about his brand new baby
4.  Hot coffee after they turned the power back on
5.  Patience

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Monday, March 11, 2019




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Sunday, March 11, 2018

1.  A damp foggy morning
2.  Ran into Chris F. at the market
3.  Spaghetti sauce simmering in the kitchen

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Tuesday, March 11, 2014

1.  All the birds outside are constantly busy -- they must have spring fever!  I think we're going to have another nest or two up under the front porch roof again this year.  Looks like several nests are happening in the big spruce tree too.
2.  Living in a small town is very comforting -- such a nice support network
3.  Comfortable shoes staying with me through these busy days

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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

PERFECT SILENCE


WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

~Walt Whitman~