No matter how bad your day may be,
at least you don't live in the Rehab apartments.
at least you don't live in the Rehab apartments.
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Why This Blog Name
I'll never be Pollyanna, but my worldview says that life has purpose, and a happy heart can have a perpetual smorgasbord! This blog is my own little dinner party to celebrate both the obvious and the elusive joys of life.
In its early days, the blog celebrated a life in residential care with a heap of delightful young people. It has morphed with my jobs in social services, communications, and education. Now it peeks in on life overseas, as I learn another language and culture.
Yes, some of the jokes and highlights are "you-had-to-be-there" ones, but many are universal portrayals of human nature, complete with idiosyncrasies. Please come in and enjoy the feast!
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Back in the Day
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November
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- Status of the Day
- Status of the Day
- Happy Things
- Come Again?
- It's the Small Things
- Another Way To Make Friends
- I Make Friends in the Strangest Ways
- The Green Mountain
- Family Context
- Cared For
- How 'Bout a Visit to the Hotel?
- Drive from the Capital
- Ship Time
- Gone South, Part 3
- Happy Things
- That's How We Hike!
- South in Video
- Gone South, Part 2
- The Picnic Kings
- Gone South, Part 1
- A New Friend and Town
- The Breakfast Holiday
- Shots from School
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The Posts People Are Really Reading
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It's my third Christmas overseas, away from family, and I think it's been the hardest yet. You'd think it would get easier, b...
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I finish my days when most of you are starting yours. It lends a bit of a detached feeling. My watch is still set on Indy time, but my body ...
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Because of the way that news is reported, many believe that I live in an excessively dangerous country, however one might define "exces...
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I dislike many things trendy, but blogging looks like too much fun to pass up. Life is full of such mirth and interesting surprises. Now I c...
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When I was eight, my family moved from Florida to New Hampshire. It was a painful induction into the differences between "warm" cu...
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