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I’ve had an internal debate for a while as to whether to post this or not, but finally decided to just in case it might help someone going through a cancer diagnosis. I think that it’s really all about attitude. For me, it’s been very easy and I’m feeling absolutely great. So, on with the story: Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much…

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This morning was a quiet morning, a normal morning. I got up early, enjoyed the quiet beginnings of the day, brushed my teeth, put on some clothes, went outside and did a very small amount of cleanup – pulling weeds – around my cone flowers, and added some seed to the bird feeder. When I came back in, I wanted a sip of my Spicy V8 juice. Mmmmmmm! Tasty! I opened the refrigerator, expecting to see about 1/2 bottle remaining…

Dear Canon S90: We had a good run. Thanks for the thousands of photos that you provided during your two years of active service. Now, I send you on a mission, a mission impossible, if you will. You’ll be going to stay with one Mr. Tony Lester. This, my friend, will be an arduous journey, the likes of which you have never experienced. Things will ‘happen’ to you. You’ll start to malfunction for ‘no apparent reason’. You’ll endure scrapes, bruises…

Saturday morning at 2:20 AM, I noticed a different ‘sound’ in the house. Quiet. Gone was the sound of the ear flowing out of the vents, the distant hum of the refrigerator motor, the sound of the movement of the blades of the ceiling fan. All that remained was the sound of crickets from the open window. I awoke to find the house in total darkness. The power had been interrupted. I was without electricity. No mind, it was early…

Now that the weather is cooler, I find myself at Lake Wylie in the evenings. I’ve noticed that there are a lot more people there as well. The bugs are quite under control now. I noticed what I assumed to be a father and his boys fishing along the bank. Well, the father was casting the child-sized fishing pole, then handing it to his son. I stood, watched, photographed, and had memories of my father teaching me to fish as…

Well, if you came here looking for a few leaves changing colors, sorry to disappoint. This is how my hallway looks at the moment. What you cannot see is that around and corner, in the guest bedroom, there is 2 or 3 times as much stuff spread out on the floor! My son, Mr. Tony Lester, as I am wont to call him, is off on another adventure. You may think that I travel a lot, but this guy does…

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