CITY FOLK, RURAL LONGING
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Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome. Glücklich zu sehen, Je suis enchant. Happy to see you. Bleibe, reste, stay.
If you recognize those lyrics, we'll get along fine. If you don't, we'll still get along fine, especially if you take the time to listen to them. And if you've taken the time to listen, congratulations on your new ear worm. You're welcome.
The Gruffchick Journal - meaning the journal itself - arose during the initial days of the COVID19 pandemic. It's a madcap collection of life hacks, recipes, gardening, reviews, and bits and pieces extracted from my various blogs and articles over the years.
And then our Dear Readers complained that recipes and reviews got in the way of daily life, and vice-versa. "Can't you just extract all the recipes and put them in one place?" Are you kidding me?
I actually don't mind going that extra mile. I am burnt out on Netflix, YouTube, and Twitter. I appreciate your prodding.
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Here are the recipes. I have only migrated a few to this new location. It will take time to track everything down. This whole process made me aware of your frustrations, however. I also welcome your own recipes. You can submit them through the CONTACT tab above.
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The bulk of these articles are out of date. It's doubtful that anyone wants to read a screed about the virtues of WordPerfect over WordStar. Flip phones and other tech are relics of bygone years. Someone suggested reviewing Publisher's Clearing House garbage. Bring it!
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All that aside, the main JOURNAL contains a trove of "daily life" entries. I have poked a toe into the Autumn Years water, dear Readers. It isn't too bad. But I haven't any children. No legacy. I doubt you will let me adopt you. And so I am leaving a record of my existence. I do/did exist! Here is proof - until obscurity swallows it and I'm mercifully forgotten by all my critics. Yay...?
