Friday, July 22, 2016
garden party
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Barely moving this morning, but happy. We celebrated neighbourhood in style. And then after everyone left, unfortunately my son turned on the television and there he was, the giant orange blowhole, Casino Mussolini, as Sam Bee calls him. But let's not think about that for now, please. There are leftovers to consider.
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July
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- Stratford hooray
- Obama = heartthrob city
- The Democrats and show biz
- Michelle Obama for President
- Go Democrats.
- the magnificent Ursula Franklin
- missing Macca, seeing Yo Yo's "Silk Road"
- music and roses
- garden party
- gimme shelter
- benign is the right word
- a little Captain Fantastic and a big one
- mmmm praise, can't get enough
- Time magazine, Feb. 1, 1982
- grief and the garden
- ArtSpin
- whining about back pain
- asymmetry
- What three words dot com?
- Cabbagetown apartment to rent Sept. 1
- wild abandon
- Wimbledon on right now, hope someone wins.
- New York Day Five - Tuesday
- New York Day Four - Monday
- New York Day Three - Sunday continued
- New York Day Three
- New York Day Two
- New York Day One
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Some blogs I follow
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a Sunday miscellany2 days ago
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Light in the Darkness3 days ago
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book banning is tyranny1 year ago
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