<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2026 00:45:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>non-fiction</category><category>pleasures</category><category>photos</category><category>nature</category><category>history</category><category>politics</category><category>diary</category><category>garden</category><category>novel</category><category>Barack Obama</category><category>fiction</category><category>Islam</category><category>Tudor calendar</category><category>American photographs</category><category>marriage</category><category>writing</category><category>Star Trek</category><category>&quot;creative non-fiction&quot;</category><category>books</category><category>movies</category><category>sketches</category><category>learning to love winter</category><category>television</category><category>commonplace book</category><category>free speech</category><category>Iraq</category><title>Best of Luck Placing it Elsewhere</title><description>Read over your compositions, and when you meet anything you think particularly fine, strike it out.  &#xa;Samuel Johnson</description><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-439700510835579305</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2025 22:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-07-08T15:24:34.711-07:00</atom:updated><title>This is the latest -- are there really 4K of you ??</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;https://www.amazon.com/Song-Explanation-Bixby-Diaries-2020-2021/dp/B0FGV9H3BD?ref_=ast_author_dp</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2025/07/this-is-latest-are-there-really-4k-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgn9ciMyiz1yDWJB4tbycIF6nUpLnaGQ2Hi5B2LB3PZ5g6oYSsZ_Xuyr7Aw_EZPD9j3s51ShTy6289lytGfX7Hg-upzxKvZvo6DuvCAcq5pvNG9ufFygOp2dkGhDmQyRiiTDbDWFm46eXnhVxWrK_v_fRuNXyhkKuxaA5QkzxUFK-B2eWUxH7MgwkTucUw=s72-c" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-8795611948516277689</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2024 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-05-04T05:56:03.643-07:00</atom:updated><title>I kid you not </title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;You can find it at Amazon, $14.99. I went through the blog and picked and polished what seemed the better posts. A lot of useless old political stuff ended up on the cutting room floor where it belongs.&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2024/05/i-kid-you-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY9HGg1lcXFOGldGrfe9300DS8up2kcvGnSyviLOYcaSItPqhuUMqHnWJxitZZspmvW9A2FUF9zHF9UWgnrA3tQ6ysNpmS8MsxvyFCIj1p_R9mlEa6SjvezbVDe44kbaQ-oxv16htuoFZXWLtul9rCtaKUvgorvXh3cdChhTblYxiEV5xMNlzvpupv3Co/s72-c/Screenshot%202024-05-02%20at%208.20.30%E2%80%AFAM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5447563706122412817</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2021 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2021-08-07T06:18:40.055-07:00</atom:updated><title>AGAIN with the Pond&#39;s cold cream saga</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;Apologies to those who took the trouble to comment over the last two years (!). Just looked at them now. But thank you.&amp;nbsp;My Pond&#39;s cold cream saga</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2021/08/again-with-ponds-cold-cream-saga.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5075906470375902615</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Feb 2018 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-02-25T09:37:32.393-08:00</atom:updated><title>Again with all the page views! (It&#39;s the Pond&#39;s article, I know)</title><atom:summary type="text">
Wow, friends, thanks again for all those page views which are still huge for me. And comments! Four, dating from as long ago as last May! I am sorry I have neglected them.

I now use just a bit of fresh lemon juice and a bit of olive oil, mixed in the palm of my hand, to cleanse my skin at night. I towel it off with a wet cloth.

Amazing and humbling that this is the most successful thing I have</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2018/02/again-with-all-page-views-its-ponds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDbuDfw1c9lZX3WGk231xPu2pAiyatW6yOHyRehDZRFMdm_oAHBKOaEu9dJ7hkm1uoRtsumE1SH5kJWFZVg1n4XUnwD-LxsiFpwDLORZuir4t897A5ahF3CaadbZYC4ujTmrD3OjQsl_M/s72-c/20160726_174940_resized.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5783850716458339088</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2014 12:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-07-30T20:15:48.025-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">novel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Wow, people, thanks for all the page views (which are huge for me)</title><atom:summary type="text">
Updated July, 2016. And come visit me at Pluot, where I have decided to do my part in re-booting Western civilization from the ground up.&amp;nbsp; 



Well, who knew that I get 1,100 people coming here every month? Perhaps it&#39;s all just search engine &quot;dings&quot; -- does that still happen? -- or perhaps it&#39;s people who come for ten seconds and leave because they&#39;re disappointed. I used to have a </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2014/10/wow-people-thanks-for-all-page-views.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhlnri80L5c8zQF5VC-HOZyFwZ_t_1iu2WNDlPrzscgMUfGQw1l6bvAeRF0mXc3MWw6JeNmMZ-HKwO7NrIBtYo29C0Nr8tu1zOyzKrTYvNuxYC9nHmzQaoaSNji7Kc-GXP-DIeO9L_Qc/s72-c/book+cover+and+labels+005.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-2496032632267437151</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-01-19T10:37:31.832-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>In case you&#39;re wondering --</title><atom:summary type="text">
-- where I am, chances are it&#39;s here. Do drop by,&amp;nbsp; and have a pisco sour maybe.





</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-case-youre-wondering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2aSaafU2-HkX1ebRaqbOjMjNqgvNMp_BJ_TVZJxRgGCEd3kDnRXe0YSUd_jsa_BCwQZ1cnF9LqZFT9BXNjMB88XvpUlq4_tPX4GuWlBICHyRKrY4UXAue4oN4cHUxY-qwUNBYs4Ibpo/s72-c/cheesecake%252C+lime%252C+carmenere+labels+007.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-8267454451128476095</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-24T14:55:23.434-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>The last rose of summer, really</title><atom:summary type="text">
I bought the rose bush at a grocery store one spring, perhaps seven or eight years ago. I planted it and then it bloomed once, also in a far away October. Perhaps this new bloom is a good sign. The colors of pale rich yellow and palest pink are gorgeous; the scent, a bit like lemon pie and a bit like lemon air freshener, is also very good. Happy autumn. 


</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-rose-of-summer-really.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_GTCsg4j0rnW1KGSNw4p0S7W8XBCHyb1pk6K8dXLhmkD4tQLhymG5s7VJLkbN8p5P_WTaZ1PUywWT9IJldX-QTJe4jGo7MqcN2QZaWaJVgKS_yd5P8YrEIgwUHpoubuvHXIk_MIly8ug/s72-c/yellow+rose+003.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-8067164874973934562</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Oct 2011 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T05:10:38.038-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>Fall</title><atom:summary type="text">






</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sK1m-vY9giuTSpppq1IOal6kQHmvyEbWWyFG_5KgRLO8-JCNwDtaEH_m42nlELVe36WZUCrVfzbiVYyPiF5CGSiGqKWRZ3SDuZwdX4DOieK-QVDcaaE94EnVldWIJT_5YSLCFmz5Agc/s72-c/erfurt+fall+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-3048799129698166088</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-25T08:02:37.344-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">non-fiction</category><title>... from whose bourn</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;I asked if I might go out for a breath of fresh air. The doctors  answered &#39;Yes, just close by, for half an hour.&#39; &quot;

So Queen Victoria, at the bedside of her adored husband, in December 1861. He was dying. She needed a respite from it all.

Why is it, given the collective human experience of death, that the individual human brain is not yet &quot;hard wired&quot; to understand it? &quot;None of this makes </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-whose-bourn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-1483290605420386753</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-11T07:08:21.269-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Barack Obama</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">history</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Islam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>The day&#39;s reading</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;&quot;... Islamists decide whether violent jihad should be launched against  non-Muslims based on a cost-benefit analysis, not on any conviction that  killing non-Muslims is immoral.&quot;




Shall we have the New York police department refrain from investigating Muslim terrorism because the Obama justice department says that&#39;s insensitive? Read it all. 

Of Mafiosi and Mullahs - Andrew C. McCarthy </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/09/days-reading.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPqrEURyW5Wz2LMoPF_9Ame7Dg8BtbH2MvYuXk_mjJYaRjStH7R23wdxHsDG2GOhYhxAgpkmIVQylRF-NoIaGKQkqDWDWLiPcIQWReChDvtqOzEfa2m6hm9gciAL5t2WUViWdQc-4Iwm4/s72-c/plane.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5988834193622360435</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Aug 2011 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-16T05:16:08.370-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>How evolution really works</title><atom:summary type="text">







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</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/08/clouds-and-ducks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAu-aP7oIuyaqHjTeJtrLABHJvSMtjne6w8F7X5hgEQbI3OKaELvb3MTLUnMVbNG919vyqahhg1NZwv5QvkTpCnWE_KsvwM8riYIZysWiiAt2usLwkgSjlFdUvkO5pqz_OWDlp97caBWc/s72-c/clouds+and+ducks+005.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-6865932012595350622</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2011 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-20T18:30:35.938-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Star Trek</category><title>This is a comic book convention</title><atom:summary type="text">


And this is, sort of, what it looks like. A blur of people, and storm troopers, and a few too many very obese young men. &quot;Gamers,&quot; I&#39;m told. Thousands of artworks for sale, most of them on pirated themes which I am sure Disney, DC, or Marvel could sue about, only it&#39;s not worth their while to pursue small-bore artistic license and capitalism run amok. Much of the art very, very good -- which </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-comic-book-convention.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiu5tsqW830eiMB-BjALGldK3zfjAXvzts5KUr8bsseQwyF9AEubsnoKfL9C0pYJSG8g740HgfG5JpmN0P3lBHdn1XLmn_I9Qio3yzenEX4E0VZxvH2p6lH2yF5bsH3EkzcIbQA3M5NA/s72-c/comicon+006.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-2364933674266622474</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 22:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-08T15:16:08.320-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>Guilty pleasure, highbred surprise</title><atom:summary type="text">Make-up blogs. And make-up application and hair care tutorials on YouTube. 
Seriously.&amp;nbsp;That&#39;s my guilty pleasure. I grew up in the &#39;70s, when everybody was natural and free to be you &#39;n&#39; me, and we all wore burlap blouses -- or thought&amp;nbsp;we admired&amp;nbsp;Joan Baez&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;wearing burlap blouses&amp;nbsp;-- and considered&amp;nbsp;make-up&amp;nbsp;and other female fussiness shallow and unworthy.&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/08/guilty-pleasure-highbred-surprise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP53wynCmauGf2_l3Whk_aLtAMoLEIr9rSXm3shu3_w1CkSZPJ50eAFKIp5WfZbNOxifSJyuiZH13qBSEyE78QYJHCB9kMTpgNPdrXNEVS3h14aJi1PifPU9IU6R9uL18h6WQjbAYlMlc/s72-c/eyebrow+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5960210341176241076</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2011 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-06T14:09:31.844-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">history</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Islam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>I&#39;ll weigh in</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;A terrible day,&quot; according to Commentary&#39;s blog. Tantamount to the arrival of the Visigoths outside Rome, circa 408 A.D., according to the always humorously snarky and depressed Mark Steyn. (They share the classical references, but Steyn is quite unlike the more intellectual, but never humorous and always depressed Victor Davis Hanson.) Both -- all -- are talking about Standard &amp;amp; Poor&#39;s&amp;nbsp</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/08/ill-weigh-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-642788873930590224</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-31T08:59:04.110-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>A cardinal, a lily, the sky -- July</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m reminded of the Peter Pan song &quot;I won&#39;t grow up,&quot; in which the eternal child laments that adults still wear &quot;a serious expression -- in the middle of July!&quot; 
He has a point. This is July. 

















</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03JpRR2lHUS1NyEDMQEOPdkfP2GMaSlhMeCgjU2ALqNKX1uFoif35Ppimz0bgXICe_coz2wWc6jiXvxS0687UpoeuvPcvewJCp7K8j6cGvXsxu1sUr_bc9dLMys3CfBf22uKTera6Lu4/s72-c/cardinal%252C+cat%252C+010.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-2048969259430980910</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2011 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-17T19:45:37.391-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>Pink and green ...</title><atom:summary type="text">... and morning ...




... and evening. The star of these photos is my Queen of the Prairie plant, the tall pink frothy thing, which is the pride and joy of my Pathetic Little Garden. It has had a rough time this year, having been nearly choked by another plant which I hoped would be pretty, but which I finally uprooted because it was ruining the Queen. 



A hummingbird actually hollered at me </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/07/pink-and-green.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw5nWJt2tM7j7q5dL0cdEcleNuby8xwXVCl4NRjiz_dQ0lZA2spdwOGi62U4OP-13TSnZ5wRixyBFl7bDlpvOVvvogITBzCa0BCPmXxCjbPEEWrnQqT-kD1n5ayMuXE3RwMvynrKfP50U/s72-c/garden+and+sky+004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-8825920743694396492</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T05:19:28.832-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">history</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>Springfield -- Lincoln&#39;s tomb</title><atom:summary type="text">The little &quot;Field trip! Springfield&quot; seems to have been, in hindsight, a sort of severance package for the end of a marriage. He wanted a room with a relaxing Jacuzzi. A month later, he wanted to leave. As we say in the vernacular, who knew?
Lincoln&#39;s tomb: note the young boys&#39; faces, present in all the sculpture groups around the monument. We still sometimes call soldiers &quot;boys,&quot; but in the </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/07/springfield-lincolns-tomb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeYLsv6vMmc_n5d9tL2r7CdTgwyIgUxbTUpil-VDEXYsnMqKzlkSD2KaQ0vDeeraexoaCw3GR7PxA0X7-qi2gLEeaCNbfnxPzb0hDmyP9nAhmbi3vAlCWvTp7HGKod6Pl159Mw43_xDs/s72-c/springfield+049.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-6127790743368008126</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2011 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-11T08:06:08.269-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">non-fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>Field trip -- the beach</title><atom:summary type="text">A rather lowering day at Indiana Dunes State Park, all high hazy clouds and cool, damp winds. The soft sunlight on the pebbles made them gleam as if they were in moonlight -- I suppose. I&#39;ve never seen the beach at night.



Below, a native plant up on the dunes. Milkweed, I think. I have the same in my garden.


And below, the dunes. The lake&#39;s waters reached this far -- and much farther -- in </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/07/field-trip-beach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5fmtfzlksaZi-momu8VW9vejK47L1rszaulRpy8OuMdgZdSWTWELT_0ppkIHhwXFRId1cFkLfb7YlIa-GBl3rApotVi-yBJ7bNoJ0v1ojRZcFdzaYHy9m5N4ypXYfi8rtnxAY0-IFuU/s72-c/beach+046.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-5126561207941571281</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 00:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-11T14:19:55.170-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>Summer garden</title><atom:summary type="text">








</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBxBfevlVMMIXUT7KuG8ScZPhodEbz6D3K9lHiqqBUPIfSRIkr3x8V5yJacnHaSvIDvfGUlOI8XSH_K3AcOmAR9d7WjRB7_G_Xzygox63VelHDl5qyEtbMzfbn2Aexfu7R87LiyHAA5g/s72-c/summer+garden+2011+004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-4414390020192629666</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2011 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T05:19:28.832-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>It&#39;s raining sheets</title><atom:summary type="text">There are certain situations in life that call for the purchase of new, bright pink bedsheets. Like after he leaves. It&#39;s not a celebratory thing. You just want something new on the bed. 


Then it rains. Again. 


Then the sun comes out. Might there be a rainbow? You rush to take a picture. 


So does he. The door to the upstairs apartment slams. </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-raining-sheets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimv-EjuE9LlQHjCkxN-An9-8fWR8Gg5uGCRn3CGmE55_LnBlS_BiYB1al9IAE-SwyVEgot_hu46VwRisoMyjH4dI62k9cc4OHU1SvH8N5fdrreG-_E8tCidXFjqCimZsiobXeottqtLwU/s72-c/pink+sheets+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-602319575273678130</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T05:17:11.526-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diary</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><title>Why now</title><atom:summary type="text">Why is it that now, of all times, people seem to come at me with gems like this? -- 

&quot;That Skinny Girl margarita. Did you know Bethenny Frankel sold the rights to that drink mix to some big company for millions of dollars? ... And her dad left her and her mom when she was, like, three. She never forgave him for it. &quot; 

&quot;No, I can see why.&quot;&amp;nbsp; 

&quot;Can you imagine doing that? The guy must have </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1MMcR95ZDwM3HgIAJPWsqZqUkPjzqWjJSXQ_ojYqOLpx9Wis8XeTZQhXi96BcU6zo6Ak7V7zOcTrCCcKotqjd6hhHyUJ-jccCbO4O4kVIh8p-HrX2y5AM9OTAXS7kP3AJXDLnU27Ho0U/s72-c/ellen+and+cat+006.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-6631181789321083473</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2011 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-12T06:34:32.945-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>More in the garden</title><atom:summary type="text">

And -- of course, this is wildly off topic, but have you noticed? -- how much conservative pundits (mostly men) dislike Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachmann? I almost think that, having spent their careers commenting on and observing politics, and growing gray and weak-eyed in the process, they really resent their thunder and their punditry and their relevance being stolen by moms with long brown </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-in-garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1r_QRD7Ezu0MfJQblEs826lZuQpIFN8J4Ywtp7PvW33ux71WEaEeFmAbsi4tbz_w8q3TCPsBXFBJoT86R0_xv_OWCZ0JA3IBO_w6s9GwQf8AGQsP7BEmy53LTRlNeZwzN6jibmXvv0Vg/s72-c/new+flowers+003.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-3984520343214497631</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Jun 2011 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-07T18:13:31.422-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garden</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>Flowers</title><atom:summary type="text">









</atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/06/flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLc_2uA2XsFz501tZE22fLualFhrhLiBdxStOulbbNRdWzYCOEJqOCsq7p2kbf2Ps6Opm8EhnkYaiQDR6zduG0MkcatffqwryXg4tl5JgsYpO1aB8-BvDnx6kdvyfkVynE6x4mfrVo8J8/s72-c/roses+and+wine+labels+002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078093068688821925.post-1845905413618996247</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jun 2011 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T05:19:28.833-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasures</category><title>The mature garden</title><atom:summary type="text">
Most of it is a feast of green, in the bright slanting evening sun. But below, first, are last month&#39;s bleeding hearts. 









Asiatic lilies wait to bud, crowded in beside bearded iris, cranesbill, and a mass of goldenrod. The robins chirp and carol away as always, whether in the dim gray mist of early morning or the long, steadily darkening twilights. This big old house with its big old </atom:summary><link>http://bestofluckplacingitelsewhere.blogspot.com/2011/06/mature-garden.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nancy)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPT0JxIv8OiZiyIjHoZibJeYvuzm5fLfpMoTjJyMeW32oemGMJfVccx1umyyYGQOX4yljuJkwWziomL1xx3FxJUb0bP7-nJzcNDK57leJyjNrti_AXKBI7YfdP7dlS9Q1t3PcJIRB2zdE/s72-c/mature+garden+002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>