tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72924751465828282992024-02-07T05:53:59.227-08:0035WPMReality imagined through the written word.Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-24440559449913732252023-06-06T20:12:00.003-07:002023-06-06T20:12:38.515-07:00The Sliding Scale of Dysfuntion <!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-70502148877510632042022-07-04T23:39:00.001-07:002022-07-05T06:09:39.258-07:00Struggling to Move <!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-29678243612387560452019-03-06T05:24:00.000-08:002019-03-06T05:24:03.803-08:00Relative Life
I saved a worm recently. I know, it's no big deal. Most people don't care and many others find the very thought of worms disgusting. Does a worm have any value anyway? When I really think about it, I may not have actually saved the worm's life; I may have just prolonged it. I'll never know, because I'm never going to see that little worm again. Would I even Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-75546791062373454422018-04-09T22:30:00.001-07:002018-04-09T22:30:14.145-07:00Pharma TV
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-71257194392000029032017-05-18T23:06:00.000-07:002017-05-18T23:06:22.041-07:00The Accidental Chinese Foot Massage<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-12548630623426257042016-10-12T21:08:00.000-07:002016-10-12T21:08:20.745-07:00THE HIKE, FIRST ATTEMPT
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*MODERATE HIKE
Recommended
daytime temperatures 80 degrees or less
Palm Springs Art Museum Trail – 2 mi., 900 ft. gain, 2 hrs – IN-OUT
Trailhead on Museum Drive at the back of the museum’s parking lot; Free
Excellent workout hike with a steep ascent to picnic tables with a view of the
whole valley.
*source:
www.visitpalmsprings.com
PreviouslyDon Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-22646856051136174542015-11-18T16:34:00.000-08:002015-11-18T16:34:54.352-08:00Seeing, Eye, Dog<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Even trees, (who don't have a brain) know when to stop
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I'm not going to say that I was forced to go. Nor can I say that I went against my will. This wasn't the first movie on my watch list for the weekend; but my wife wanted to go, and she did buy my favorite candy as a bribe, so I said that I would tag along. I'd heard of the group NWA, and even knew what the initials stood for. I have to admit that I knew nothing of theirDon Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-79437615705936949532015-06-21T08:42:00.000-07:002015-06-21T08:42:10.143-07:00Missing My Father Day<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-13431792647473549532014-10-18T19:18:00.000-07:002014-10-18T19:18:25.896-07:00Mirror, Mirror on the Ground
The day began like most other days, with my Shih-Tzu licking himself and making obnoxious slurping noises. I swear, if this dog were human he would be one of those people that takes hour long showers. It’s also 5:15AM, but who’s looking at the clock? I get some coffee brewing, because when my wife wakes up she should be able to enjoy a hot cup of coffee. There’s no reason to break that Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-29914259030659303112014-10-10T07:41:00.000-07:002014-10-10T07:41:22.689-07:00It Stings Like a B
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Like
so many of the non movie-like events in my life, I was stung by a bee last week
while driving my car. I wasn’t running
in slow motion, while in a nature preserve, Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-72643452761097325342013-06-24T22:54:00.000-07:002013-06-24T22:54:38.754-07:00Interview in Search of an Applicant
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-88677083404677638802013-05-15T22:44:00.000-07:002013-06-24T22:37:15.164-07:00Countdown to Colonoscopy
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I believed myself to be cancer free, but I didn’t know if
I would be able to say that again on the following day. In the morning, I was
going in for my first colonoscopy. This is a procedure where a doctor examines
the colon, at close range, looking for polyps or other out of the ordinary
growths that don’t belong. There are three possible Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-74565300214914899762012-12-29T21:43:00.000-08:002013-06-24T22:38:28.735-07:00Is This What Dads Do?
I got the strangest call from my daughter recently. It wasn't really strange, but it wasn't totally normal either. I can only paraphrase, because in my advanced age I don't always remember all of the exact words.
"Dad. Can you bring my black shoe to school? I accidentally put on one blue shoe and one black shoe. Can you come over now?"
As I'm not always in the mood to Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-39008568289097551002012-12-26T16:39:00.000-08:002013-06-24T22:39:21.875-07:00Encore Performance
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-85174608500252078962012-09-24T21:42:00.000-07:002013-06-24T22:40:11.547-07:00Checks and Balances
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-19919437952695259192012-06-06T20:37:00.000-07:002013-06-24T22:42:44.864-07:00Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
(Note to readers: I had to write this on behalf of a family member who did not have access to a pen at the time of dictation. I am relaying the story the best I can, but I had to paraphrase occasionally.)
I had just woken up from a wonderful dream. It was full of puppies and carefree running through fresh cut grass. I have this dream often, and it really Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-5561396107258736992012-04-24T22:18:00.000-07:002012-04-24T22:18:14.417-07:00The Dreaded Text Message
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-58483116758909939612012-02-01T19:42:00.000-08:002013-06-24T22:43:34.044-07:00Climbing the Ladder of Superstition<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Don Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7292475146582828299.post-63770668865565709992012-01-08T13:07:00.000-08:002012-01-08T13:07:23.720-08:00Strike a Pose
Bowling: America’s pastime. A hard rubber or plastic composite sphere hits the oily wood lane and races down to a bunch of plastic coated, wood pins. The object of the game is to hit as many pins as possible in the span of ten frames. It seems kind of pointless when described as forensically as that, but like most activities, there is more to it than that.
My firstDon Marchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00831746362481031405noreply@blogger.com1