Flyover People Daily News

… too much going on this week to get anything meaningful posted today.  

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Happy New Year, everybody! New Year’s is my favorite holiday – because it represents letting go of the old stuff and letting in the new. It’s a powerful time of release and of positive change. If you will allow me…  just a few thoughts on change… Imagine, if you will, if in this new year, [...]

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Hey, Peeps – sorry I haven’t been very attentive to the blog lately. Haven’t had much time to get out into the world to take pictures. I’m working on my collection of columns and have been lost in the world of revisions. Sometimes I don’t think I can bear to read this column or that [...]

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The snow is melting! Bare patches of ground are visible in some spots. We’ve had snow covering the ground since the Christmas Eve blizzard, so that’s, what, three weeks of the stuff? Not sure how much snow we had, at least a foot total over three snow storms. I don’t know about anyone else, but [...]

life on the ground, yabbering

A palindrome kind of a day. ***

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This is one of two antique stores in Pawnee Rock. After a fire (last year? this year?), the store is only about 1/3 the size it used to be. It extended to the left. In my day, this was Bob’s and then it was the Pawnee Inn. Taverns, both. When I was a kid, we [...]

buildings, small towns, yabbering

As I walked past this storefront (Arizona Trading Post) last Saturday in Lawrence, I stopped. I noticed the fabric that they used as a table cloth. The coloring, the theme, was similar to a pair of pajamas I had when I was a kid. I think my brother had a matching pair. Those pj’s had [...]

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I’ve been chattering about NaNoWriMo on Facebook, but not sure I’ve mentioned it here on the blog. As November approached, I had no intention to do NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). Because, well, writing a novel just wasn’t my thing. Some people can write fiction and some people can’t. In my mind I fell into [...]

writing, yabbering

I am not a sweater (or a shirt for that matter). What I mean to say is that I do not sweat much, unless, say, I’m running down the street on a 95-degree day. Except – that in the winter my feet sweat. Then my socks end up wet and my feet feel wet and [...]

seasons, yabbering

I’m smelling the aroma of pot roast cooking in the crockpot. Acorn squash in the oven. Zorro, the neighbor’s cat, rushes in when the door is open. He doesn’t live here. (Ha.) Zorro is Mr. Mellow. He used to be happy on a blanket on the couch. But now he’s taken to stealing my recliner. [...]

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Let the birthday begin! The banner’s been hung. (And yes, it says Happy, too, but you just can’t see it from this angle.) So, The Dave’s birthday is tomorrow, Saturday. Same day as elebrown and Joni Mitchell.

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