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  • November 24, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    EARTHLY REINCARNATION

    They (yes, the infamous “they”) say that every seven years all the cells in our bodies are replaced. In other words, every seven years we get a new body. Think about that. Every organ, every muscle, our lungs, our heart, our brain – everything is constantly turning over. What appears to be permanent (at least

  • November 23, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    MODERN LIFE

    Please forgive me. I’m not my sweet self today. I am going through voice mail hell this morning. You see, back in September Art and I were on vacation in Connecticut. Among other reasons, we were there to cheer on my brother-in-law, who was undergoing surgery. While we were cheering him on just after the

  • November 22, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    I REMEMBER PITTSBURGH

    Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania is the place I grew up. My memories of Pittsburgh get softer and warmer as the years go by. I remember my neighborhood as tree-lined, intensely green in summer, dappled in red, green and gold in autumn, pristine white snow covering the landscape in winter, and a riot of pastels in spring with

  • November 21, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    A LITTLE BIT OF SOUL

    A LITTLE BIT OF SOUL This morning while we were having breakfast, our cat, Henry, started running in and out of the kitchen like a maniac. He darted outside through the kitty door, stayed out there for about twenty seconds, then darted back into the kitchen and raced all the way to the far end

  • November 19, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    AGING GRACEFULLY

    AGING GRACEFULLY This morning as I applied my Neutrogena SPF 20 face lotion, my Olay Regenerist eye cream, my Kiss My Face hand lotion to all other parts, it occurred to me – my body is drying out. You wouldn’t know it to look at me, necessarily, but one touch is worth a thousand pictures.

  • November 18, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    MORE BORCHING ABOUT TV

    MORE BORCHING ABOUT TV I will confess to you that I am a TV junkie. And when I say, “junkie”, I mean that in every sense of the word. The stuff on TV is, in fact, junk. I grew up on TV. Stop me if I’ve told this one before – I mean I cut

  • November 17, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    GHOSTS

    GHOSTS I started writing this morning and what came out was so depressing, even I couldn’t read it. So I scrapped it. Sometimes The Dark Side beckons me. It makes me feel clever to be cynical. But it’s wrong. Cynicism serves no constructive purpose, other than the occasional perverse chuckle. I was raised in an

  • November 15, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    MONDAY MORNING REFLECTIONS ON SUNDAY AT THE MALLS

    MONDAY MORNING REFLECTIONS ON SUNDAY AT THE MALLS Well, it’s Monday, and as you might guess, my mood reflects it. Yesterday Art and I hit the malls. It was stupid, of course – a gorgeous, warm, sunny, November day with only six weeks to go till Christmas. What were we thinking? We were browsing around

  • November 14, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    SUNDAY

    SUNDAY It is Sunday, the day of rest. It doesn’t seem to matter to me that my official day of rest, my Sabbath, is supposed to be Saturday. My habit seems to be that Saturday is the day of fun. Sunday is the day of rest. Friday is the day we unofficially let down our

  • November 13, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    LIVING IN THE LIGHT

    LIVING IN THE LIGHT Last night we had dinner with some friends. Although we would like to see them more often, the opportunity is rare, so the four of us usually wind up talking for several hours while our wait-person twiddles her thumbs and wonders whatever we could be talking about. Oh – Not much.