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Rummage Sale and New Book – a bonanza

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Don’t forget the Bird TLC rummage sale on our property off Old Seward above Potter’s Marsh. It runs from 9 to 3. Lots of birds to amuse you and lots of goodies to buy.

And as if that’s not enough, my newest book Coming Into the City is officially out for sale. You can order it online at http://www.alaskabooksandcalendars.com

Note to family… yes, you have to pay for it. My birds need me to pay for their kibble so you have to pay for the book.

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Mark your calendar

Tomorrow, 9 to 3, huge rummage sale at the Bird TLC property to raise money for the birds.

Come one, come all. Someone else’s junk can surely be your treasure! And Kodi the Cache Crow will be there to relieve you of any unspent dollar bills on your way out.

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Crap

To all the wonderful friends who ask, the answer is yes, it still hurts and my normally cheerful disposition has still not returned. Damn shingles!

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A word of wisdom from a friend

If you are at your local pharmacy and see the sign advertising shingles vaccine, run – don’t walk – run to get it. I don’t care how rushed you are, how busy your schedule is. I can now tell you from ongoing personal experience that nothing, and I do mean nothing, hurts quite so much as shingles. Ouch!

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You know you’re old when

you are talking to a company representative who tells you the company will mail you the form you need and you ask why they are wasting a 13 cent stamp rather than faxing it to you.

Note to self… stamps are no longer 13 cents and most forms can be e-mailed to you as attachments.

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Lions and tigers and eggs, oh my

Put seven eggs in a pan of water to boil them so I’d have a week’s worth of boiled eggs for Kodi, the northwestern crow (and Bird TLC education bird) who lives with me in the spring, summer, fall. Promptly forgot about them when I came downstairs to check mail and do some laundry. Childhood friend Grace is visiting. As she sat in the living room reading, she heard popping sounds. Looked up and saw eggs sailing across the dining room. By the time we got them off the stove, all had exploded and were to be found on the

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