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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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When I walked in the door yesterday evening, Tom was pulling a bottle of Tabasco Sauce from the refrigerator. It was Hot Wings night. I mentioned in another post how I'm fighting those nasty debt demons; I didn't mention how Tom is fighting them, because he deserves a whole post of his own. What does…
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What a glorious evening! Autumn finally rolled into Texas on the late train last night, dropping temperatures twenty degrees and sweeping the humidity and the mosquitoes somewhere else. The window beside me is open; a harmony of the crickets and the little creek, rushing to Lake Travis, is drifting in along with the cool breeze. …
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A raindrop tapped me on the shoulder yesterday morning as I was headed up the path with the puppies, and the stone walkway was freckled with more. I didn't want to risk getting my camera wet, so I stashed it in the car on my way to the road. It was kind of nice not…
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…and they're still in love. It hasn't always been easy. I'm sure there were times they couldn't stand each other, because how could you live with someone for that long and not feel like you want to claw their face (symbolically speaking only, of course. Ahem.) But they loved each other through those times, clinging…
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I'm packing my days so tight these days that if this week was a suitcase, I'd be sitting on it right now trying to zip it up! So Tom shouldn't have been surprised that I neglected my half of dinner-duty today. Yes, it's true. I forgot to take something out to thaw. That's okay, though,…
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"If we are ever in doubt about what to do, it is a good rule to ask ourselves what we shall wish on the morrow that we had done." ~John Lubbock Balancing the "need-to"s and the "want-to"s… it's a continual challenge. I believe both are important, but I still catch myself feeling guilty for the…
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Max headed off in front of me for our walk this morning, unusual for him these days, with his bum elbow. He usually lags behind until we're up the hill and on the road; otherwise Belle jumps all over him, adding intensity to the challenge of the climb. It's been two days since we took…
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The roar of crashing breakers on the beach. That's one of my absolute favorite sounds and, right now, it's just outside my back door. If I close my eyes and step onto my back deck, I'm instantly whisked to the balcony of a condo in Port Aransas… the sound of the waves filling the air…
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There's a tropical storm in my backyard. I thought it was just regular old rain when I woke up this morning and I was grateful it waited until the holiday weekend was over to get back to work. Then I turned on the television and a woman in a slicker suit told me it was…
Long Hollow 