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PROGRAMMING NOTE from the Author and Archivist


So obviously I just stopped blogging on this platform. I'll get back to it eventually. Or not. I'm taking a break from all social media. It seemed necessary for my mental health.

The last few years have been busy and … challenging:

- 2015 Happened.
- 2016 Let's call it The Lost Year. (Obviously words failed me.)
- 2017 about broke me. Literally. Mentally.
- 2018 was ridiculous, proving 2017 was just a warm up. (Good thing I was already broken so it couldn't hurt as much.#2018TrashCanFire I thought things were going okay, but maybe not?)

- 2019 was such a blur. I know there were highlights, but then stuff happened and carried into the next year...

- And then in March#2020 really took a turn. Who can even categorize 2020? Do we dare?


I kinda want a do-over of some of the last few years. But life doesn’t work that way.


So for now, I'm hunkering down. Regrouping. Trying to stay safe and sort some stuff out.


Stay safe everyone. Stay well.

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Saturday, April 11, 2009

Retroblog April 11, 1982

Today is Sunday April 11th 1982 Time 5:07 pm
Today was Easter. I got presents for Easter insede of candy. I got 3 books, some paper, and a latch hook kit. I had a talk today I didn't do it. Mom had a talk too. She did hers. My church class is bad. My dad has to talk to them.
A note about why our family got presents from the Easter Bunny instead of candy: It was found that between the sugar and all the artificial concoctions that they put in the Easter Candy, it was not a pleasant time in our house. A memo went out the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, the Great Halloween Pumpkin, the Birthday Fairy, and Santa's Elves, that we were only allotted so much in the way of sweetened consumables. I was a bookworm, so I was delighted to get more books! I think I remember that this year the books were from the Black Stallion series.
I can't remember why I didn't have to do my talk. Usually the "kids" went first, so I should have. Maybe there were too many testimonials about the reason for the season.
Also, please note that my goody-two-shoes-ness was apparent quite early. Narcing out my church class because my dad was part of the leadership? I blame the Easter Bunny and his evil candy for the naughty behavior.
Guess what was found in the stash with the journal? The remnants of one of those latch hook projects! I finally got rid of it after almost twenty years. Off it went to the Salvation Army.

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