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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, September 12, 2009

Retroblog September 12, 1983

Today is Mond 9/12/83 Time ------

Todays o.k. I am going to school now. Labor day we went to the Woodstock fair. I loved it. There must have been thousands of horse. Beautiful horses -- Till next week

One of the things that miss at this time of year is all the agricultural fairs. While I was horse obsessed in 1983, now days I would be obsessing over the crafts and food displays, away from the dusty animals.

There are no fairs in the area of New York where I live. One of my colleaques lives across from fairgrounds in New Jersey and has been over dropping off baked goods in the competitions for pies. I'm a little jealous. I'd be over dropping off afghans, or getting a inferiority complex from the knitters.

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