Come To The Dark Side, We Have Cookies!

Posted on January 27, 2013 by

To all my blog followers, who I have listed on the front of this blog, please come over to ChezGigi.com. That is my original blog that I have had for two years, now. I am not sure why I wanted a new blog, but it sure inspired me! I wrote thirty some posts for this blog, and I had stalled out on the other one!

Anyway, I transferred all the new ones over to ChezGigi.com because I actually have quite a bit of traffic on that blog every day. So, if you will go there and click ‘follow’, I will list your blogs on the front of that one, also. And thank you for your patience….

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The Sacred Church of the Holy Dust Motes

Posted on January 25, 2013 by

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I was hanging around my attic one day, just wondering about the mysteries of the universe, and why I thought I would find the answers to them in my attic among the dusty boxes, and the shadowy corners filled with furniture. A solitary fly buzzed by, to land all unwitting on the windowsill, where the sun was streaming in, lighting up the dust motes, which were floating about, looking odd.

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The Irresistible Allure of Isolation, Abandonment, and Being An Orphan

Posted on January 24, 2013 by

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Literature is chock full of orphans. There are so many orphans in storyland, you have to wonder whether an epidemic was killing off most couples at any given time in history. To name just a few of the better known ones off the top of my head: Harry Potter, Batman, Jane Eyre, Tarzan, Anne of Green Gables, Emily of New Moon, Heidi, Mary Lennox of The Secret Garden, Pollyanna, Little Orphan Annie, Oliver, David Copperfield, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Dorothy of The Wizard of Oz, Kinsey Milhone, the kick-ass private eye of the alphabet mystery series, and Heathcliff of Wuthering Heights.

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Do The Transformation Tango And Get Some Mojo Back

Posted on January 22, 2013 by

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After two years of back trouble, I have decided it is time to do what that seventy year-old woman did (not the one who got pregnant) and transform myself, although being pregnant would certainly qualify as a transformational experience. This was a woman who, in her fifties, or sixties, decided she wanted to be in phenomenal shape for the rest of her life, and knew it would require more than just a stroll around the block. I am not sure why I decided to do the transformational tango now; it wasn’t the advent of the new year that pushed me over the edge.

I have never believed in New Year’s resolutions, just as I’ve never believed in going to the funerals of people with whom you had broken off relations. It always seemed the height of insult, to go to a family member’s funeral, or one of a friend, when you, or they, had refused to mend bridges while they were alive. Unless you are just looking for a free meal; wakes typically have great food. Much better than that blighter you wouldn’t speak to deserves, no doubt.

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Of Diapers and Depends: Becoming a New Mom At Seventy Means Greater Convenience For Two

Posted on January 14, 2013 by

I read recently about a woman in another country who had wanted to have a baby for all of her married life, which was a very long time considering her age as of this writing, but was unable to. Finally, she conceived at the tender age of seventy, or something close to assisted living age.

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Come Over Here, But Leave Me Alone; In Which Our Yankee-ness Sets Us Up For Split Personalities

Posted on January 13, 2013 by

It is always serendipitous when inspiration strikes from reading other blogger’s posts. Privacy was the subject in two of the blogs I read, both written from two points of view. One was decrying the lack of privacy in today’s world, though it was a reminder that privacy is, and always will be an illusion, unless we manage to live like the early trappers, and get lost in the forests somewhere.

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As far back as the feudal lords, it was always incumbent on the landowners to know who had to pay taxes for maintenance on the castle keep, and who was available to fight wars. This was the medieval equivalent of the census. In Biblical days, King Harrod had to find out the whereabouts of every boy born, in an effort to find Jesus. Jews could not have been sent into exile unless someone knew who and where they were.

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Showing Up Can Lead To Things Like Appearing, Arriving, And Returning

Posted on January 12, 2013 by

Awards are pleasant things. Indeed, being awarded something is a pleasant and exciting concept. It intrigued me enough that I was willing to waste some time on it with Google. I wanted to know when the first award was awarded.

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Many of the awards we are familiar with today seem to have made their first appearance in, or not long after, the first third of the last century. The Pulitzer was first given in the early years of that century, having been envisioned by Joseph Pulitzer in his 1904 will. He was tired of rotten journalists and their writing, but didn’t mind a little sensationalism to boost the circulation of his own papers.

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