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In the last couple of weeks, my daughter Else discovered an etymology that somehow, I’d never thought to think about.

About two years back, the State of Minnesota paid for our home to made more accessible by way of a track-run hoyer lift for my son…and for my back, as it turns out, because Karl’s way heavier now at age 18 than when the accident happened at age 3, I will tell you what.

Six years ago yesterday, my Mama died.

Dear OMG blog readers,

So in a few weeks, I’m hitting my Year of Jubilee, as they say: the big 5-0.

Epiphany.

I got myself into a bit of a pickle the other day, and the reason for it (as is the case with most of my pickles [I tend to generate a lot]) started innocuously.

Most recently, it was White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer who claimed that Hitler “didn’t even use chemical weapons…on his own people.”

This past week, I celebrated my birthday.

Merry Christmas!

We have been waiting for weeks now to sing that very first verse: “Joy to the world, the Lord is come!”

So rumor had it, when I was young and svelte, that when a person ages, their metabolism slows down, and they gain weight more easily, and it takes a lot longer to work it off.

Many years ago, my Grandma Madsen got fired from the Brookings South Dakota jail.

I am decorating for Advent.

For people who think on such things, May 13th marks the day of medieval mystic Julian of Norwich.

In my dining room hangs a framed and matted lithograph by William Benson, a now-retired art professor at the University of Wisconsin (Eau Claire).

This Saturday, we are taking a couple to the South Dakota symphony.

In the bleak midwinter, frost wind made moan,

So, we have not delved into the etymological well for some time, being busy with lots of good reader comments to the blog and questions!  Thanks for those, and more are always welcome!