Category: Thinking out loud
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Dear Diary
The summer slumber has passed, a couple of months ago now, but projects are stuck in neutral. Work continues it’s dominating influence, and the winter rains have settled in. Excuse me – the new washing machine has just finished attending to the cleaning cloths. The new machine is a larger size so as to better…
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Rome
I get a little annoyed when there’s a disconnect between the cover of a book and its contents, when the visuals of the cover aren’t carried through to the experience of the story. There is a gorgeous red flamingo on the cover, when one might expect it to be pink; perhaps not red as rendered…
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Remembering memory games
I don’t remember if I returned to jigsaw puzzles in order to improve my memory. I remember noticing improvement after I returned. And when I give them away for a while, I notice a decline. I haven’t yet tested whether the novelty of the jigsaw is critical to the process. Can I re-do a puzzle…
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I forgot
I forgot that 2021 was my Year of Remembering. The leaves have fallen, the year half done, and finally it has dawned on me. At the beginning of each year, I usually write something to get things started, usually about the possibilities that the latest theme might bring. But not this year. It could have…
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It’s not writer’s block; it’s boredom
Black spots appeared, first on one leaf, then another. It doesn’t like it here and wants a second opinion. I consult and am advised that the bathroom is too humid for a monstera plant. It doesn’t matter that its the right size. Its taken years to finally acquire one and now I’m about to kill…
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The Details
It’s an unusual state I find myself in – needing to re-read a book just finished. It feels like a book I could learn from because it’s a book about reading and about writers who read. As I flick through the pages, assessing – remembering – each chapter, I pick a random paragraph. Read it.…
Cherrie Zell 