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Seems like I got a little tripped up this month and lost my focus.

Or, lost my priority list, or something.

I have worked on the Heritage Village piece for WV Mag, having adjusted the information in the local piece already written. Now, I want to make it a little jucier, but I'm already near my word limit.

So, I really need to cut and trim and tighten, before I add.

Shouldn't be too hard, I'm wordy anyway. (In case you haven't noticed.)

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My lilies are still blooming, and my publisher has been digging up her perennial bed, so I've got four new characters for my beds.

The infamous stink plants (Sacred Lily of India) are growing into their leaf phase, which means I haven't killed them. Yet.

I need to separate the lilies, and asked today if I could plant them in a gravel bedded cubby outside the courthouse where the wheelchair ramp was installed.

I'll move them when they're finished blooming this year. The county can appreciate the blooms for every year from here on out.

My big planter garden by the office door is still there, and still undamaged or vandalized as of yet. The Rose of Sharon didn't die, and the vinca, although some leaves turned brown, has taken root and will recouperate.

Meanwhile, here at home, I have managed to weed some, and spread a bag of mulch every once in a while.

Daisy helps, which doesn't help.

She digs plants up that I just planted.

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She's growing, man is she growing. And she's learning. I realized today that just ten minutes on one lesson ("No" or "up" or "easy") and she picks up the concept.

She doesn't necessarily like it, but she's starting to get it.

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Work is daily drama.

In the newspaper business, I suppose you'll have that.

Drama. Drama. Drama.

And after this week's issue comes out, there will be even more drama.

You know, truly, there are things that happen only in West Virginia.

Truly, there are things that can only happen in Calhoun County.

I really think some of these people are half crazy.

I wish there was a way to get out of politics once you've been in.

Actually, I wish the good people and good deeds were as loud and obvious as the idiots is what I wish.

But I wish for a lot of things for Calhoun, Grantsville, work.

wish in one hand, spit in the other, as they say.

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I realize I haven't updated myself here in a little bit, but, Hello?

I've been missing some journalscapers who have been quiet as of late.

Just so you know someone noticed...

:o)

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