The eternal sunshine of the spotless hard drive

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New Clothes

Originally posted on From the Laundry Room:

I will be another year older next week.  One more 365 day rotation completed.

I will be baking my own cake.

This year I have chosen the Chocolate Lavender Cake with Mascarpone Earl Grey German Buttercream.  If I was looking for an accurate self reflection at this point in my life, I would probably go with the vanilla, but I need this cake.  Something needs to change.

Chocolate because chocolate is always a good idea, it is really the cornerstone of my coping mechanism.

Lavender is lovely.  I keep it in my dresser drawers.  It makes me happy and I’ve never put it in a cake, so it’s something different.  I crave different.

Mascarpone because it’s yummy like cream cheese, but it costs more, it’s complicated, and harder to work with.  Me too.

Earl Grey is tea and I’m all about tea.  Tea heals and it makes me a better person.


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Recollection in Picture and Poem of a A Great 60th Birthday

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My plan was to walk all round Holy Island on my 60th birthday; contemplate life and age and that stuff. But in order to do that you need a fairly dry day. We have been all round the island before in the wet on my birthday. It wasn’t what you’d call great fun.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAA very drookit Noel in July 2011

This time the Island had other plans. It rained all night. Dawn saw a window of light and lovely colours, then it rained again. There were puddles everywhere. No day for that walk.

So my sister and Noel and I headed for The Lindisfarne Centre where we learned all about Vikings and how the Gospels were made using all the interactive displays; pigments, gold leaf illumination and book binding; and we tried our hand at tracing celtic knots and pencil rubbings. Any ten year old would have been…

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Who Was That Guy?

Originally posted on Writer's Cramp:

Have you ever met yourself?  Not like some sort of “know thyself” touchy-feely exercise. I mean really meet someone, a complete stranger, who is essentially you at a younger age. I have and it’s spooky. When it happened I was immediately struck by the parallel life choices and the coincidental events that led the two of us strangers  to be at the same place at the same time. After it was over, even now, I am somewhat amazed and wonder how this happened. I perceive myself as being a little different from most guys based on my interests, life experiences, sense of humor, etc.  What would I say to myself at a younger age?

I was on a solo vacation trip, over 1,000 miles from home, and had spent the day visiting a few places that appeal to me but would not appeal to many other tourists. That’s often the…

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Who Was That Guy?

Who Was That Guy?.

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A 70.3 triathlon tale of perseverance, sisterly love and a coach who knows the sport

Originally posted on We Run and Ride:

by Christopher Cudworth

Sisters Sue Astra and Julie Dunn enjoy a post-race smile.

Sisters Sue Astra and Julie Dunn enjoy a post-race smile.

Even more than the individual sports of cycling, running or swimming, triathlon is a sport of the early hours. The distances covered and the time it takes to cover them require an early enough start to accommodate all sorts of logistical needs.

It’s particularly true at a race like the Spirit of Racine 70.3 Ironman Triathlon. With more than 2500 competitors checking in and lining up on race day, the logistics are not just minutiae.

The swim alone requires massive setup for more than a dozen waves of age-group competitors

Sue downing a shot block before the swim.

Sue downing a shot block before the swim.

launching into the water. It all takes time. It all takes patience.

Containing energy

A triathlon starts early and involves a lot of hurry up and wait. There’s a lot of nervous energy. A lot of intense talk.

The sun rose…

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A 70.3 triathlon tale of perseverance, sisterly love and a coach who knows the sport

A 70.3 triathlon tale of perseverance, sisterly love and a coach who knows the sport.

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Escaping The Dulldrums

Originally posted on notesfromthecupcakerescueleague:

Things have been dull in the kitchen. It’s the knives’ fault. They need sharpening.

I’ll bring them to the store. But not all of them. I’ll hold an audition to determine which will make the cut.

Understandably, some are on edge. Others can’t see the point. Some mince words (we have a sharp difference of opinion).

Finally, I say, “Listen up. You need to behave. No more cutting remarks.”

That’s putting it bluntly.

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In Praise of Old Hotels — Parts 1 and 2

Originally posted on Writer's Cramp:

Part 1: Why Old Hotels?

As I was remembering some past trips around the country it occurred to me that I seem to have an enduring fondness for old hotels.  I’ve purposefully sought them out over the years while on the road and I almost always enjoyed the experience. Some were more of an bed and breakfast operation wrapped in the  ambiance of an old historic hotel, but that’s fine and it adds to the variety of the experience.  So I decided to post some of those experiences in a series of intermittent blog posts covering one or two hotels at a time.

I once worked as a travelling auditor (sort of) and stayed in Holiday Inns and other similar motels while on assignment. That may be why I enjoyed the novelty of staying in older places that were not as new and shiny.  So here is the first installment…

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Another Trip To Lunenburg

Originally posted on Scrambled, Not Fried:

     He drives all the way to Lunenburg once a month to visit his oldest client. It’s a required visit—paperwork exchange, residential inspection, general well-being check—but he never feels like it’s just another business obligation. The old guy’s almost 85 and reminds him of the grandfathers he never met. The old guy’s home provider always makes him feel welcome, too, not like just some Agency slug that comes to collect the paperwork and check out her housekeeping.

          It wasn’t always like that, though. When he first got the case, the home provider—the Agency calls them Shared Living Providers (SLPs)—never had her red homebook ready, never completed the tracking sheets documenting the old guy’s community access program. She’d always treated the old guy like family and didn’t feel the need to record his daily activities or prove that the taxpayers’ dollars were being wisely spent. It had taken almost a year…

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