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This is my first attempt to be a blogger. I hope to type a few items that you will enjoy.

I do not know where to begin with this description. The time period is from 0 to now. Please don't ask how long that is. I am sure with certain clues, you will be able to figure that out.
I am writing this on my favorite old computer at home. I have a computer room that doubles as a retreat for a few of my pets when they want to be alone.
I will cover mostly current thoughts. I hope to add some pictures as I have seen in a blog. I think that to do this sharing will take a lot of work, but the pictures I have seen are well worth it.
Occasionally, I might review a flashback in mylife. I have times when I just roll that special even around in my mind until it has every possible facet examined. Usually this time is to try to figure out a "what if" scenario.
If some of my items have no zest to it feel free to say so. I think that after I have some a few trial runs, then the real me will be out for all of the world to see. Luck you! As the saying goes, "Come with me and the best is yet to be."
November 3, 2025 at 5:18pm
November 3, 2025 at 5:18pm
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Day 3992 November 2

I had been going through old notebooks of poems and scrapbooks with pictures. Some items brought joy and others reminded me of times of sorrow. But the items that had the most meaningful connection was related to Christmas.
The Christmas tree is so symbolic. I let my class color and cut out ornaments of different shapes to use as decorations as they wanted. The ornaments all turned out to be works of art. Knowing that a real tree would add the scent, the project did not need more. The students could not wait to take their personalized ornament home. I later learned that the ornaments graced presents and cards. My students loved the reception they received.
Afterwards I found an envelope with my samples, aged with time. This was the Christmas I was alone. No member of my family invited me to share with them the holiday festivities. No cards. No calls. Nothing.
But then I figured that I was not truly alone. I had my previous students with the memory of the ornaments that they had made for me to keep me company.


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