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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, December 1, 2012

Photo of the Day: Who left the basement light on?

Ye Olde Homestead, Connecticut House
I think every member of my family uttered this, or can remember hearing it yelled at them, at least once a day for all the years that we lived in the house. For many years the bulb was red. It was tied into the line for the lights for the basement stairs and the majority of the basement. Sometimes it was on for a reason, say you were actually IN the basement, or conducting business via a private conversation on the house land-line in your "office" on the stairs, and someone would remember the constant yelling and turn the light out on you. Good times. 

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