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Category: Critters
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There are more truths in 24 hours of a [person's] life than in all the philosophies. – Raoul Vaneigem This struck a chord in me when I read it today. After a quick Googling and Wiki-read of Raoul, I'm not sure I would agree with him on much else, but on this we agree…what a difference…
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On clear days, the morning sunshine spills and splashes into the hollow, but there are places it doesn't reach…spots where the road hugs tight to a steep side of a hill and down along the creek and other places in the woods where the sunlight can't pass through the leaves on the oak trees. There are days…
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If I were an artist, I would paint a picture of this hollow as it looked this morning…muted greens and browns along the road where the mists and shadows of night still lingered…blazing golds and reds in the treetops and hillsides basking in the fresh sunshine….Max, Charly and Frankie making their way along the caliche road…
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Frankie pecked at the door this morning – "where the heck are you?" – pulling me away from my writing and out for our morning walk, later than normal. I was entangled with words and story, reluctant to stop, unaware of the time. The sun was already up above the hill, the hollow full of…
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Before I get into the dam update, I have to say this has been an absolutely beautiful, yet very prayerful, day. It rained all night, but when it came time to walk the critters, the dark clouds were packing up and blue sky was peeking through. Before too long, the sun had taken charge of the…
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This was a gift from Kirby, my almost-daughter. We (as in Tom) finally took it off the kitchen counter and securely attached it to a post in front of the house. We're officially a "Guinea" house. Once upon a time, there were two. Remembering Ruthie…
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…birthdays, seeing my kids (2 out of 3, anyway), beautiful sunsets, yellow and purple flowers, sunshine, ping-pong, Dirty Dancing and sore muscles… Yes, sore muscles. I've been wanting to rev up my work-out, but couldn't afford a personal trainer. Thanks to Self.com, I started a new, more intense, work-out this week, and for the first time…
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A father's birthday celebration. A sick child. I was in limbo. The critters were fed, bills were paid, I was showered and dressed, ready to hit the road to Pasadena, but I just couldn't go out the door. Although the child is technically an adult, not living at home and there was really nothing I could do, for some…
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