Scribblings

Why I won’t shop anymore at Sears

Because their computer system is older than dirt and every time I go there they tell me I don’t own my e-mail address even though it’s the same one I’ve had for twenty years. Then they tell me they fixed it and that lasts until I try to make my next purchase one department over and they give me the same run around.

Then there is the fun delivery system. They call you and give you a number to call if the time they’ve set to arrive isn’t convenient. So you call and reschedule and they still show up at

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Scribblings

The most trivial of trivia

Today is the Catholic feast of the Immaculate Conception… or one of those Mary days. I remember this because it was my father’s birthday and because 18 years of Catholic schooling was bound to leave its mark no matter how hard I ran from it.

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Columns 2014

today

Today is someone’s birthday. But I can’t remember whose? So to whichever of my friends and/or relatives to whom this applies, Happy Birthday.

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pictures, Scribblings

It’s simply not fair!

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Everyone in my family has thicker hair than I do. Look at this kid. You’d think she could offer some of that bush to her needy older cousin. But no. She keeps it all for herself… and has the nerve to be cute, to boot!

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Columns 2014

Ah the honeybucket!

So Alaska, with the possible help of the Feds, is going to once again attempt to banish honeybuckets to a museum. Right. And as soon as that’s done, we’ll open ANWR.

My first encounter with a honeybucket occurred soon after arriving in Barrow in 1972. As a nurse, I lived in hospital housing and had a flush toilet. But the town wasn’t that lucky. I was invited to a party in the village. Halfway through the evening, two gentlemen crossed the living room carrying a bucket full of liquid. I wondered what it could be. Then the pungent smell hit

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Columns 2014

I panicked

I saw the snow and panicked. I now have enough groceries in my house to carry me through June. And the minute I got home, the snow stopped. If there is a god, somewhere in heaven, she’s laughing her head off.

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