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TAX DAY. IT'S A DEADLINE, no procrastinating allowed. So I'm off to pay Uncle Sam. It's a decidedly unpleasant task, and today is as gloomy a day as you'd want to see in early spring.




But I try to imagine each drop of rain as a note of music,
and for me there is nothing gloomy and unpleasant
that the right music can't palliate.

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WISHING EACH AND EVERY DEAR READER a







(you get the wishes, Reader Dear. I get to eat the m&ms!)
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I'M SENDING YOU ON A SCAVENGER HUNT.

Now what I have for you to find is news...
News that would headline today's daily paper if I were the editor.
News headline that would likely have a very large font if I were setting the type.
News that might even cause me to holler "Stop the presses!" if headlines for the day were scheduled to be anything less momentous than Leaders of the World Unite for World Peace, or perhaps Current Tax Code Scuttled, Individuals to Pay Whatever Each Deems Fair.

Okay...are you set to go? First place to search is here, where you should take a microscope to the last paragraph and decode my added layer to the dream of which Obama spoke.

Secondly, you may pick up a clue here. Think carefully about the title, and determine the most pertinent word (relative to the post).

Thirdly, drum you fingers on the table (or against your cheek if you prefer) and make an attempt--in your best Sherlock Holmes fashion--to put two and two together, connect the dots,
read between the lines,
solve the riddle...
determine the news of which I speak.

Dear reader...(sigh)...if you are still scratching your head over this, I am sorry.
Truly I am.

To me, this news is simply GRAND!


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sure, go ahead...ask

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WINTER HAD BEEN SITTING IN A CORNER snoozing while the cozy fire burned out, ashes growing cold, and the spring sun came peeping in the windows. But today Winter finally bestirred itself, put on its chilly clodhoppers and stomped on out of here...little flurries of snow falling off with every step.



The birds continued to sing and the daffodils went on smiling and nodding.

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APRIL
First two pages torn away
(Suffer no fools)

FRIDAY
Not the thirteenth

WEATHER UNSETTLED
Settles on sun

MOOD UNCERTAIN
Veers toward the light
What luck!

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