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Perpetual Ruminations
#1104304 added December 23, 2025 at 10:36pm
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Late Again
| Another late night. One of our neighbors came over with a package of Christmas cookies and a card for us this morning. The cookies she brought were peanut butter and molasses, two my wife didn't bake this year. After we did our turn at delivering cookies to the neighbors, providing her with some she hadn't baked. From there it was a trip into Wadena to do a bit of last-minute Christmas shopping. We, my wife and I, did most of our shopping, but still needed to pick up a few things for relatives and for stocking stuffers. Since we both had to do a bit of shopping, we took turns. First, she shopped, I waited in the vehicle with the dogs, then I shopped while she puppy-sat. After shopping and picking up some stuff for tacos, our dinner for the night, we headed into my wife's work. One of the residents she cared for passed away on Monday. He liked to paint, but because of his condition, he needed a bit of help when he painted. My wife would go in on her days off and assist him. He used oil paints, something different for my wife, so he taught her how to paint with oil as she assisted him. Anyway, the family left all his painting supplies for my wife, knowing she would appreciate them, and to show their appreciation for the friendship she shared with him. By the time we got home and fixed dinner, ate, and cleaned up it was nine o'clock. So, now it's time to relax and watch the boob-tube, but I need to maintain my streak in here first. Not much time for anything more tonight, but hopefully tomorrow I can get caught back up. |
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About The Author
My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
