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BRAE TOFTS One dollar. Every three years. For the past 25 years. I’ve been paid one dollar, every three years for the past 25 years to move house. I’ve packed my pets and belongings and moved house. To a new house. Different part of the city, same state. Different neighbourhood. It didn’t take me long... Continue Reading →

A DOG STORY ABOUT A BOOK OR A BOOK STORY ABOUT A BOOK…

                                     A WORK IN PROGRESS... Note:  My grand-daughter just celebrated her 13th birthday. I know, I know. I didn't think I was old enough to have a thirteen year old grand child...and I'm not. Not really. But while My Reader debates the above "not old enough" statement,  please read the letter I sent to My... Continue Reading →

MYRNA AND ME…

Remember Myrna? Electric Company? In early days, Myrna was the Queen Instructress of the Possessive Noun. Here’s a refresher…… Capitalizing on Myrna’s possessive nature, I'm going to take you with me on my six-in-the-morning, 3.5 mile fast-walk along the Willamette River. Mind you, in possessive Myrna style... Myrna's closet has a matching pair of these... Continue Reading →

ENGLAND SWINGS….

It is a dark and rainy night. It was also dark and rainy today. Portland "gets" 120 inches of rain supposedly in a three-year span. In case you, My Reader, are interested...forget the three-year span and think...today. Rain coming down in sheets. From above. From the side, back and front. No matter. Which makes being... Continue Reading →

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