On the Alberta/Montana Border
Friday, November 30, 2018

A Fortune-ate Truth

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Excuse me, Sir . . . Census. That process, every few years, when the Government gets to perform ‘roll call’. So to speak. In 19...
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Thursday, November 29, 2018

Those Little Ears

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It hadn’t been a good day. For the normally organized and industrious mother of the family, a frustrating and unproductive day. Impa...
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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Avoiding the Scary

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My granddaughter (hereinafter known as Little One, or LO, for short) has the occasional use of her mother’s Ipad. On long trips or whe...
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Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Skating Circles

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Then When I was four, my Mom laced me into my first pair of skates. And put the icy street in front of our Milk River home to something...
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Monday, November 26, 2018

Tut. Tut.

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This day, in 1922, Carter entered King Tut’s tomb, And found a treasure there disclosed, Though the king was, sadly, decomposed. ...
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Friday, November 23, 2018

Swimming Hole

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I like to swim. It’s the one exercise during which nothing hurts. And at my age, that’s an enormous plus. I don’t go as of...
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Thursday, November 22, 2018

Giving Thanks

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It's Thanksgiving for our brothers and sisters across the border. What am I thankful for? This will start you out. It started me out ...
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Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Under the Influence

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It will always be ‘That Night’. The night my friends and I learned first-hand that drinking and driving don’t go together. It co...
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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

My Crutch(es)

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Gramma and Grampa Berg It was a magical time.  Gramma Berg was staying over.  For days and days.  And she could always be coun...
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Monday, November 19, 2018

Things We Build

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Our Poetry Monday theme this week is "Things we Build" Now I know I posted this only a year ago, but it is the best example I...
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Sunday, November 18, 2018

For Those Who Sleep

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My Dad was big on responsibility . . . Like lots of dads. And he tried to teach it to his kids . . . Like lots of dads. With mor...
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Friday, November 16, 2018

Left at the Fork

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As is usual in our home, the day started out quite normally. But those of you who know Sally, also know this can only mean ‘something’ is...
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Thursday, November 15, 2018

When Love Makes the Difference

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Our family was watching ET. Again. We love it. And it brought back the memory of that first time. Back in 1982... Okay, he's ...
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Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Clean!

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I know, to you, it prob’ly doesn’t seem a lot like cleaning, But hear me out and I’ll explain the way that I am leaning, I’m sure you...
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Tuesday, November 13, 2018

The Best of the Worst

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See? Let’s just say that ‘gambler’ wasn’t in the cards for him. Maybe I should explain . . . It was game night at the Tolleys. ...
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Monday, November 12, 2018

Someplace Warm

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The winds were blowing awful fierce, Forecast predicting something worse, The snow was falling thickly down, And ice encased our litt...
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