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928 - What's happening updates

July 7, 2020

If you are a returning visitor to my site you probably noticed I've updated my site. I also updated my Chip's English Help site. I hope you like the new design. Please feel free to leave comments on any of my blogs and other writings.

I also added a search box to make it easier to find anything I've written on any word you enter in the box.

Life during the pandemic - not very exciting, for sure. Like most people around the world I spend most of my time at home in my little studio apartment. It's not fun, for sure. I go out for a walk every day, sometimes just around the block, other days along the beach. I do take a bus into Barranquilla most days to do an English lesson with my one student. Yep, only one student. All the others quit because of the quarantine. Here in Colombia we're still living under the national quarantine, since March 24, if I remember correctly. We're supposed to go out only 1 day a week, and that depends on the last digit of a person's ID number. I go out most days and so far it hasn't been a problem and I can only hope that it continues that way.

927 - Expectations

June 21, 2020

Expectations

Expect: 1. to consider probable or certain; to consider reasonable, due, or necessary; to consider bound in duty or obligated 2. to anticipate or look forward to the coming or occurrence of (Mirriam-Webster Dictionary)

What are you expectations? Do you expect certain things to happen? Do you expect certain people to do certain things? What happens when these expectations do not come to pass? How do you feel?

926 - Claudia Ulloque and Jose Paez Realty

May 31, 2020

Considering retirement to a more affordable place to live? Or just looking for a home to buy as an investment? Check out Claudia Ulloque and Jose Paez Realty in Puerto Colombia, Colombia. I have links in the right side column.

923 - Waiting No Longer

May 18, 2020

922 - Your Friend

May 16, 2020

921 - Hope - A new poem

May 8, 2020

I just through together this poem, I hope you like it.

920 - A Short Story - Logan's Meadow

May 2, 2020

Logan's Meadow

Chip Wiegand

Logan's Meadow

The stars shone brightly above, twinkling in soft whites, reds, blues, and greens, the breeze was gentle and refreshing on his skin. The moon, looking like a crescent of white bread fresh from the oven, was smiling down at the world. Logan was laying in the field of grass and wildflowers, daydreaming about his perfect love. Well, since it was late at night it wasn't daydreaming, and since he wasn't asleep he wasn't dreaming. The stars and the breeze rejuvenated his spirit, his mind, his soul.

Logan loved this area far from the lights of the city. Here it was dark and quiet. Peaceful and solitary. The air, fresh and crisp, not the stinky exhaust-filled stuff in the city that blackened the lungs and made people cough and wheeze. He would spend every day and every night here if he could. Logan loved this meadow where he could let his mind run free, away from the busy life of running the farm.