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    Time keeps on slippin, slippin, slippin…..

    (The river. Eagles are sitting on that ice, I swear. You just can’t see them.) Tired of my dorky musical references? Then you probably shouldn’t read my blog. Last Sunday, my Dad and I drove to his favorite super secret eagle viewing spot. (Can’t tell you where. Would have to kill you.) It was a beautiful day, cold, but sunny and clear. I’d never seen the bald eagles that reportedly frequent the river banks, but Dad had seen them…approximately a handful of times in 3X as many attempts. Pessimist that he is, the Dad was afraid we might not see any eagles, but I was pretty confident we would, for…

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    When string attacks…..

    (The Cash man before my vet removed his stitches.) I was settled in for what I’d hoped would be a chill Sunday evening……hanging on the couch, lazily taunting Cash with one of his favorite toys: a laminated bookmark with a beaded nylon cord. Cash pulled the bookmark out of my hand. I was watching Prince play half-time, pondering why in the hell he’d chosen to wear a headscarf that made him look like somebody’s grandma. 2 or 3 minutes passed and I got up to retrieve the bookmark. It was on the floor. Next to it was about an inch and 1/2 of the cord. The other 10 inches of…