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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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Like Sasquatch, Max emerged from the shadows of the woods when I drove up to the house. I wasn't fooled – he was waiting for Tom, not me. But Tom was late. Max figured I was better than nothing. Yesterday's blog post was fresh on my mind…all the to-do lists…all the squeezed, stretched, crowded minutes…but…
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It's always a shock, isn't it, when you find out your sweet, perfect child…or pet…isn't quite as sweet or perfect as you believed? Alas, we've discovered an aggressive streak in our funny, goofy-looking, sociable guinea fowl Frankie. At first, I just brushed it off when he dashed in and pecked at the back of our…
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A familiar rumbling, snorting, clanking…a glimpse of John Deere yellow through the trees…and yep, there it is, our old friend coming around the bend and up to the house. How long has it been away from home? 3 years? 5? It was a bittersweet homecoming for our beloved backhoe yesterday, though. We have plenty of…
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Bridget Shallue was just 52, barely older than I am now and already a widow, when she said goodbye to Ireland in 1852 with her grown children…chased away by the potato famine, I'm sure. If she ever returned, it isn't mentioned in the family lore. Accompanied by two daughters and two sons, Bridget arrived…
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I enjoy cleaning days because it makes me stop and look at things I normally walk past, glaze-eyed; I rediscover things I've forgotten, things that are sentimental, things that I just enjoy looking at, thinking about… (The dangerous part about cleaning days, though, is that I have a split personality – one half collects things,…
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It's Spring Break. There's no such thing as routine anymore. My drums will gather dust. Lately I've been stealing a few minutes from each morning to bang around on them before leaving for work – just one song a day from my "new to me" Mp3 player, still loaded with my daughter's playlist. Right now…
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Sigh. I feel better. The monster isn't tamed by any means, but he's a lot smaller and not nearly as menacing. Somehow I managed to stay focused on the biggest fun-suckers, like cleaning my house – the part of the monster that was casting the biggest shadow on everything else. Even when Rick Steves came…
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I refuse to complain about how tired I am. I could already be in bed if I really wanted to be, but instead, I chose to upload and edit the pictures from this past weekend and then tell you all about it. It was a fabulous weekend…but an exhausting one, as well. Husband Tom and…
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It's a darling place, my son's girlfriend Kirby's first apartment. The wooden floor and vintage telephone niche give its age away, but it has held up better than most 50+-year-olds I know. Yes, it's obvious it's had a little "work" done…some nips and tucks and new cabinets…but nothing outlandish, fake or too youthful. Hubby Tom and I got…
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When Mama's away, the boys will play! Look what I discovered in the house Friday afternoon when I got home from work … And Tom says I'm the softy in the family…
Long Hollow 