Linda Hoye's Blog, page 32

Now That It’s February

It’s been a long time since Gerry and I grabbed coffee and went for a drive in the afternoon. Now that it’s February, the short month that feels so long, I predict we’ll spend more afternoons this way. I look forward to getting out with our cameras again, although a quick image captured the other

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The Wisdom Years

Mesmerized, I watch the snow blow across the surface of the frozen river. In the distance, a small animal runs across the ice toward the shore. A fox, maybe? Downriver a short distance, there’s an office building on the opposite shore. I worked there a lifetime ago but it’s owned by a different business now.

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Blogging and the Social Media Experiment

I’m parked in a public parking lot beside someone I know. Our windows are open and we’re having a conversation. She says something that an anonymous stranger walking by overhears. “Shut up,” he mutters, striding toward a big truck parked on the other side of me. Shut up?  Is this what we’ve come to? Strangers

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What if I’ve run out of words?

What if I’ve run out of words? The thought danced around in my mind a couple of days ago, unbidden. Everyone who thinks of themself as a writer has probably entertained the same thought once or twice or a hundred times. What if I’m empty? Who am I if I’m no longer a writer? The

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A Quiet Birthday—Just the Way I Like It

It’s my birthday. I’m 63-years-old today. When we live longer lives than our parents, it’s hard to imagine ourselves aging past them. It was that way for me as I approached 55, the age my mom was when she died suddenly. Now I’m two years away from reaching the last birthday milestone my dad celebrated.

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Is The End Drawing Near?

It’s Monday—the last one in January and my birthday week. After a slow and gloomy weekend, our granddaughter is in good health and rose early to make her own healthy breakfast and lunch to kick off a good day. Gerry’s happy to have the opportunity to return to the gym after recent closures, so he

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Looking For Light On A Gray Saturday

It’s a gray Saturday. Our granddaughter is sick so we’re hunkered down at home. It’s not serious and she is feeling somewhat better today, and getting bored. That’s a good sign. I just took a loaf of bread out of the oven and we all enjoyed a warm slice—Makiya’s and mine slathered with butter. Gerry

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How Will It End?

I wonder how it will end? Will we wake one day to the news announcing it’s over? Or will the word “pandemic” have to be pried from the cold clutching hands of the news media? Maybe it will quietly fade from the headlines, replaced by the word “endemic” and, one fine day, other things will

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Crying

In the middle of the day, I cry. Not a big, blubbering ugly kind of cry, but a tight throat, tears falling unbidden from my eyes cry. It could easily turn into a full-blown weep-fest, but I reign it in for the time being. Even so, the release helps. Crying performs a function; there’s wisdom

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Sweet Dreams

I wake from another dream in which I was with people I love who have long since passed on from this world. Dreams with Mom, Dad, Aunt Edie, and Uncle Bill set in places I feel most at home that are so real it’s hard to leave them. They have been coming regularly the past few

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