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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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Sunday, July 8, 2012

Retroblogging 1980: July 8, 1980


July 8, 1980

Today I went to school. At school we made something. Today I have piano at 3:30 I hope I pass them off. Next Monday I have swimming. There are three more days of school. Friday is Audrey's birthday. Today is cloudy. It may rain. Today Grandma is sewing J.J.'s pajamas. Today at school we made a vase. The way we made it is by covering the bottle with masking tape and putting shave [shoe?] polish on the tape. And then I put flowers in it. I put it on the kitchen table.

I remember that silly vase. Mom and Dad kept it for years. I swear it even made the move to Connecticut where it kept things like pencils, pens, and scissors on Mom's command center. That's why I think it was shoe polish and not shave polish. I think it eventually faded to a weird beige color. And it wasn't a bottle, but an empty tin can that had had the label removed.

I was going to recreate this "masterpiece" but don't feel like eating a can of mixed veggies, nor do I actually own a roll of masking tape currently. Duck tape, packing tape, and Scotch ... but lowly masking tape. No. Alas. No crafting creations for this entry.

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