Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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Hopping Down The Habit Trail
I’m a seeker of good habits. Not resolutions, mind you. Those ubiquitous mainstays of News Years’ self-reinvention frustrate me no end. They taunt me with their lack of long-lasting results. Habits, however, are activities I choose to do that become a regular tendency, a practice that’s hard to give up. Doing things the same…
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Trinkets, Treasures…or Trash?
We’ve been in vacation mode for a week and have decided doing what isn’t our norm is the best way to embrace this time. So we went to a flea market. No idea why calling it a name that intimates people selling bugs, but what we found was a mixture of Goodwill, garage sale and…
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What’s So Great About Freedom?
Away from home, family and friends on Independence Day, our celebration was understated. Pretty much nonexistent. Still a little under the weather, laying low seemed the best course. For us and for those poor people we’d have blessed with our germs. It gave me a chance to think about the remarkable history of why we…
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Have Shneezles, Should Not Travel
John and I’ve been waiting forever to get away alone. The previous ten months have been a jumbled collection of too much travel, multitudes of appointments, a plethora of conversations that have filled both our lives. Busy has become a way of life. Everyone’s busy these days. What we’ve done, however, is made life outside of us…
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Heat, Humidity or Humble Happiness?
It was 110 degrees when we arrived. We’re in southern California for business, and I wasn’t ready for this. Having just left the high heat and ridiculous humidity of Orlando, the Palm Springs’ sauna experience took my breath away. I went from moist with shades of green to dry with variations on brown. I saw…
Tip of My Iceberg 