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We woke up to a brisk sixty-five degrees this morning. That was the temperature inside the house. Outside: a mere twenty-nine…

Apparently, our furnace has expired, or very nearly so. We’ll find out for sure this afternoon after the heating technician looks it over and, hopefully, is able to repair it. ”Nothing major. You’re good to go!”

More likely, however, he’ll tell us we need to replace the thing. Most of the houses in our neighborhood were built roughly at the same time, the early 2000’s and we’ve noticed a surge of HVAC repair trucks in driveways up and down the street in the past year or so. Talk about your planned obsolescence!

Anyway, while it’s pretty chill in here – at 10:17 AM – it could have been colder yet. Just a few weeks ago, we were in the throes of minus degree temps. Per my journal, one day we hit a ‘high’ of eight below! So, a little perspective is in order. 

In the meantime, a cup of hot tea is just the ticket!

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I return in strength

backdrop to a glowing

phosphorous curtain,

life’s trinkets and keepsakes

comfort me, they offer

recollections tinted

in warm smiles

a second-hand chair

in the corner,

its matching ottoman

a godsend for aching feet

owl windchime,

wise with subtle

indoor tinkles,

looks over my shoulder

as I sip vanilla chai

exploring poetry & prose

recording the world

as I find it

in a spiral-bound journal

nodding in satisfaction

strength restored within

from the place

I trust, that place

I go

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The kin don’t ken

to outside influences.

Deplorable folk

dissing whatever

big idea no matter

how pragmatic,

thoroughly schooled

or well-designed

for humankind’s well-being.

Continuation of (quality) life

apparently only

secondary (tertiary?)

to the pernicious

foodstuffs rammed

into willing crevices

of heart, mind, body & soul.

I don’t get it.

I just never will.