Oysterville Daybook Archives

Fifteen Hours of Lace and… what ladder?

Fifteen Hours of Lace and… what ladder?

It took three of us -- Marta, Charlie and me -- three days to take down the old lace curtains from the windows on our twelve-foot-high walls, wash them one-by-one and rehang them.  Fifteen hours of threading curtain rods through delicate channels...

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Non-stop Everything!

Non-stop Everything!

Eating! Laughing! Talking! Eating some more! Singing! Laughing! Quoting movies.  Quoting books. Laughing! Eating! Marta and Charlie arrived around three-thirty.  Now it's almost seven hours later.  I'm off to bed.  They are Eating! Laughing!...

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Our Painting Postmaster!

Our Painting Postmaster!

Years ago -- maybe thirty!! -- we had a Singing Postmaster.  Perhaps you remember Casey Killingsworth?  He didn't sing on the job, necessarily, but for years he and his brothers (and later his kids) were the featured musicians at one of our Vespers...

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The Bane of My Existence

The Bane of My Existence

My new lawn-mowing guru has been coming on Saturday afternoons -- not my time of choice, necessarily, but "beggars can't be choosers" as they say.  He does a good job, is reliable and, so far, I'm quite pleased that I found him. However, he does...

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Would a sorting hat really help?

Would a sorting hat really help?

The clock said 5:25.  The sun was just about to peep over the Willapa Hills to give me my morning kiss and I was... well, I was wishing I had a sorting hat à la Harry Potter.  Not to sort out which of the four Hogwarts Schools I was cut out for,...

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Not enough hours in the day…

Not enough hours in the day…

It seems to me that I get less done as the days go by, even though I have cut out a good number of activities as the years have passed.  First and foremost, I'm retired from teaching.  By my calculations that should give me at least ten hours per...

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“That old lady in Oysterville…”

“That old lady in Oysterville…”

In the great scheme of things, or at least in the world of tourism on the Peninsula, I am thankful that seven ayem is pretty early in the day.  There usually isn't much activity over at the church or in the road in front of our house.  At least, I...

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Say WHAT, UPS???  You want a password???

Say WHAT, UPS??? You want a password???

I think UPS just put me over some edge.  They sent a message that they would provide tracking information (it's my Mother's Day present from Marta -- she already told me it's coming by UPS), if I would give them a user name and password.   Say...

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Have you read today’s “Observer” yet?

Have you read today’s “Observer” yet?

In answer to my own question, I have to say, "Only partly." And those portions that I did read sent me through the gamut of emotions -- disgust and distrust, anger and sadness, shame and anxiety.  Plus a good dollop or two of fear as I considered...

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The Trouble With Naps

The Trouble With Naps

Naps seem to be a recurring theme these days -- the thinking about them, the taking of them, and the writing blogs usually when needing one.  I'm sure this Daybook is sprinkled with my feelings about naps -- as in I DO NOT LIKE NAPS. I firmly...

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Another Double-Edged Sword

Another Double-Edged Sword

I guess there's been a lot of talk lately about the bots taking over the world and destroying us at last.  Well, I can't say I discount such a possibility, but right now I'm stuck in the world of their somewhat slower and less-able cousins, the...

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Reliable?  Only sometimes…

Reliable? Only sometimes…

It's my Forgetter I'm headlining here.  They can talk about "short term memory loss" all they want, but for most of us old ducks it's just that our Forgetter is working overtime (sometimes) and is unreliable (all the time.)  Or that might be the...

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