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Category: Blogging
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Each morning I sit on the back deck facing the little creek while Max, Belle and Frankie eat breakfast. The Hollow is a stage before me and I've got a balcony seat. I witness the drama of changing seasons: life and death as told by the leaves, featuring guest appearances by blue herons, red-tailed hawks,…
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Who says you can only celebrate big on the milestone years? For over a year my high school classmates and I danced and WA-HOO!ed our way through our 50th birthdays. Now all of the stragglers (those babies of the class of '77) have caught up while others are moving on to 51. But the parties haven't stopped. Why should…
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Yep, it's the weekend! And, man, am I glad to see him….her…it. Whatever. I'm just glad it's Friday! I'm playing hooky from work (with permission) to attack my to-do lists and try to perform miracles. Yeah, yeah, I know I was off Wednesday because of the snow, but it kept me so mesmerized that I…
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While blog-hopping this morning, I fell into a time warp. Jan of Jan's Daily Dish posted a link to a song she says her dad used to sing to her (with a warning that anyone under 55 might not want to click on it!)…"If I knew you were coming I'd've baked a cake…" I'm still just…
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My arms are speckled red with scratches and small bumps, and a band-aid comforts a blister at the crook of my thumb, despite the gloves I wore to protect my hands. The irresistible sunshine convinced me to ignore my 'inside' work and, instead, grab a rake and get back to clearing a field where I envision a…
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Dear Secret Santa, It was after 2am before I discovered them… After hugging the last guests good-bye and straightening up the kitchen, I headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed; there it sat, balanced on the edge of the tub where I couldn't miss it, despite the exhaustion-and-champagne-induced fog settling into my brain…the Big Blue Gift…
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We had two Christmas parties this weekend. Saturday night was so much fun and we stayed up so late, though, that it was hard to work up enthusiasm for our annual church dinner/dance Sunday night. None of our closest friends planned to attend and I couldn't help but wish we had bought tickets to the Daughtry…