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⚑ April 17, 2012

Life is a Miracle πŸ““

A metal scrap with a face on it, on a woodpile.

A metal scrap with a face on it, on a woodpile.

My life is such a miracle right now. It seems as if everything I put my hand to turns out really well. The sedar dinner. The clean-up of the yard. The pillow. Less so, the pillow, but still.

Here I am, embarking on this new blog and taking a break to watch last night’s Mad Men, which has been carefully TIVOed. A person of my age is basically grading the production for accuracy, and I would know. I was a teenager then.

It’s coming into areas that I know, and it pulls the memory plug for those years. That time of my life. I was married. I was a teen war bride! And then: Farrar Straus. A flood of memories … and I have my journal back, so I will uncork them here. πŸ““