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Showing posts with label social distance diary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social distance diary. Show all posts
18 May, 2020

Social Distance Diary: Remembering your first (quarantine)

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Your humble narrator (L)  age almost 3.  This is one of the few digitally archived photos available that prove I ever had a childhood. There...
24 April, 2020

Social Distance Diary: transmitting the dharma

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Today is one of those days when I feel the world shrinking, when the the mountain range of things I can't control (always there in dista...
17 April, 2020

Social Distance Diary: Gimped

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I can't complain.  It'd be easy to. But complaining might jinx it and if I'm being honest, a twisted ankle isn't the worst t...
10 April, 2020

Social Distance Diary: Check-in checklist

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Yes. There's what you'd call a typo. It's not the social distancing that bothers me, or staying home. I've worked from home ...
27 March, 2020

Social Distance Diary: A Walk in the Park

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This near hollow tree is still standing. I take a lot of comfort from that. For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preac...
13 March, 2020

Social Distance Diary: cat food

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You can't tell he chonky. But take my word for it. He's a tick with fur. It's not the run on toilet paper and hand sanitz...
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