Monthly Archives: August 2010

Ready to swim

Dig in your heels. Focus on what you want. Live one reality at a time. One season at a time as well. Put it this way, each season has its own reality and each reality has its particular season. Both have everything your world usually has. Clocks, calendars, over the hump days and eggs...

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Half asleep

I’m banking on the fact that it’s hot, it’s still summer, despite the doom and gloom of the naysayers that want summer to end the day it begins and that nobody reading this will know what wilted salad really is – at least not right now.  There is no known reason why wilted salad...

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No whistling in the house

The important thing about tea kettles, as I recently learned, is more than one thing. In trying to find a replacement kettle I almost decided to give up and keep the one I have even though, and this is true, my kettle’s whistle is not the same as it used to be.  At first...

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Peeling shallots

I was peeling the shallots and remembered that someone recently told me that’s why they don’t use shallots, they hated peeling them. Their flavor is subtle but onion. They make other foods better. They’re a soft onion, a minor key in the onion family. My mother never cooked with them. They’re fancy. They’re expensive here....

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Lena’s cut-up salad

I know this is an usual post.  However, there are extraordinary circumstances at play here. Somebody wanted this recipe and I can’t remember who it was. If that person happens to read The Daily Neurotic then I have shared the recipe they wanted. If not, then I have provided the people that do come...

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Sneaker

I lost a good friend the other day.  Now here’s the thing, if I think about her I cry, like I am now. So not now but soon, I’ll have to tell you all about her. Because on many very real levels I think it’s not over yet. First of all, the whole discussion...

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Oh Google, what happened to you?

Dear Google: I always thought of Google’s people and founders as what I would call the “good guys” even though I’m a feminist and you know, old enough to know that when I use the phrase “good guys” I’m drawing upon decades of meaning. But here I am growing older with Google and seeing...

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the heart map home

If you don’t know where you belong but have a sense of belonging, as I do, then is that enough of a place? I’m sometimes lost and looking for a community while all around it seems that there are people I know with families and children and grandchildren or if not that then places...

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