Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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A rainy morning. I can hear it, a steady hum. I can see it through the window, a steady stream cascading through the hole in the gutter where one day there will be a pipe diverting the rain to the pond. One day. There aren't many mornings I decide not to walk. Days of snow and ice…
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Earthquakes scare me. I've never experienced one…just seen the devastation from the big ones on television. Hurricanes destroy and devastate…but they come with warnings. Even with tornadoes, you see the storm clouds on the horizon. But earthquakes are sneaky. There can be a blue sky overhead…no warnings flashing on the television or sirens going off…then wham!…
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Mike Parker, editor of our local newspaper, was on the scene, snapping away, soon after the Suzuki Samurai had its little adventure a couple of weeks ago (see the background story here.) He sent me copies (as he put it…"ah…memories") but in a form I can't upload to my blog, so this is the blurb with one of…
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A song came on the radio this afternoon – one I'd never heard before. I was punching buttons and this line jumped out at me from a country/western station…"I feel like 17 when I'm in my hometown…" Well, I'm not even sure that was the line, but it was something similar and it made me think…
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Ah, we're such bad "parents"…here we are on the coldest morning since 1996 – it got down in the teens last night – and we had barely a spoonful of seed left for Frankie's breakfast. I gave him a couple of nuggets from Max's canned dog food to tide him over – he loves those!…
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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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This will not be a 'big' Christmas for us, as in piles of wrapped gifts under the tree. We're already buried under college loans and (yes, I hate to admit it) credit card debt….all those family trips and Fiftieth Birthday get-togethers are catching up with us, I guess. No need to bury ourselves any further with gifts we don't need.…
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The first thought in my mind and the first words out of my mouth this morning…"I'm tired…" even before my feet hit the floor. Probably not the best way to start a Monday, but I wouldn't trade this past whirlwind West Texas weekend for anything. It was totally worth the exhaustion, and not just because I…
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