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Entries from February 2004

And then the state trooper said, “So what’s blogging?”

February 22nd, 2004 · 2 Comments

I loved this story from Lisa Williams. By the way, Lisa, thanks for the link to bumper-sticker holders. Good to know. Have you thought about making “Learning the Lessons of Nixon” bumper stickers? Now those could get you some attention from troopers and others too…;)

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Tags: blog

I miss those needles

February 22nd, 2004 · Comments Off on I miss those needles

I do. Today’s trip to the vet to care for a sick pup got me into conversations about animal handling and health: how blood is drawn from a dog, how kidney stones are removed, how pets are held during protocols. I started thinking about my own experience handling animals while working with mice in a […]

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Tags: journal

Saving up for a sick pup

February 22nd, 2004 · Comments Off on Saving up for a sick pup

The girls and I spent much of the day helping a sick pup get to the vet. This involved a drive to the emergency clinic, across the bridge in Poulsbo. But I was happy to help. I had set aside today for resting and catching up. So I had time. Although our day took a […]

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My brother the rock star

February 22nd, 2004 · Comments Off on My brother the rock star

According to a study released by the mayor’s office a few weeks ago, Seattle’s music industry produces $650 million in revenues a year and employs 8,700 people in the city, more than the biotech industry. Those numbers include my brother who has a day job but at night plays with Spiral. He’s the professional musician […]

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Tags: music

We waited four years for this

February 22nd, 2004 · 2 Comments

We left late. I forgot my purse. It was okay. I had what I needed in my coat pockets. Even left my keys at home on the countertop for the sitter. I felt free, light, frivolous walking onto the ferry. No canvas bag slung across my shoulder. No child on my chest. Nothing wrapped around […]

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Tags: marriage