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Posted under General Observations
This post was written by ed on February 23, 2009
Thinking that I was going to improve my giant Dahlias that grow in my front yard, last fall I dug them up so I could divide then and replant in better locations this spring. But last week when I inspected the box in the shed I had put them it, they were soft and rotting. Was I a bad gardener? 
Wyde-Angle is being upgraded or expanded with a new name and website (as soon as I get a few bugs out). This spiritual blog as been going like ticker tape since July 2005 (look at the archives), one to three a day without missing an inch. While I can’t speak for those who read this outpouring, I have been, shall we say, awakened by it. I think it is internet journaling at best, mind trash at worst. 
Yesterday was mainly Driving Miss Mom. We went to get her hair cut in Petersburg (45 miles away) where her hairdresser sweet talks her, not knowing that she complains about his cut after she leaves, then 50 miles away to return a hip hugging pair of slacks that she had tried on when she bought them at Talbots, where I feel asleep in the waiting chair while she shopped for 30 minutes and didn’t buy anything, then to Macy’s where she needed some lipstick now that Dillards had closed, but Macy’s cosmetic department was on the other side of the store and she got tired half way there and we had to go back; then we stopped at Barnes and Noble (my trip) for a book see and coffee (I got a book on Buddha (can’t have enough Buddha books) and a peanut butter cookie (boy, was I rushed), and then we went to Costco where she sat in the car while I got a pickup load of toilet paper because a lot of stuff piles up at home, and finally we stopped at Pet Mart so she could get a dog bed, training treats, and poodle puddle pads because it’s too cold for the dog to go out and pee and besides she’s too small to get up the steps or since she has lived in a kennel all her two year life before Mom got her, steps are not part of her working vocabulary. It was a great trip!
I’ve just spent over a week struggling to fix an error in a new 
This week, and in fact for almost two months, my attention has been on taking out the trash. As you’ve seen from previous 
We’re all looking for our sweet spot. My best metaphor for that miraculous place is when my wife’s brother Edward was shore fishing many years ago and suddenly began pulling fish in as fast as he could caste his line out. He didn’t even need bait! And no one up and down the beach was catching anything. You can’t look for your sweet spot. Your sweet spot has to find you. 