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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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A new stage in life for Daniel as of yesterday…no more dorms. We loaded up the black truck and the van with most of his bedroom and delivered it to a quiet apartment complex several blocks from the university. I have to give him and his roommate Austin credit for doing their homework and settling…
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"Barbara Inez…just what have you been up to? I mean I've already been gone a week and I'm sure a lot has happened…" "…Barb, I hope you get your tail in gear and get up here to see me. It's just beautiful…" "I've always loved that song "You've got a friend" by Carol King and…
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…and another reason why I'm glad I live in the country where there's nothing but dirt, rocks and scraggly weeds – apparently rattlers like soft, manicured lawns… (This is video footage from a local news station last night. Manor is just a hop, skip and slither away from us…) http://www.myfoxaustin.com/video/videoplayer.swf
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A new week starts tomorrow – a week that is going to keep me running from 5 am Monday morning until 4:30 Friday afternoon. Not only do I have the normal weekly challenges, but we're going to go computer shopping (Kendall) and car shopping (me!) And on top of that, I've got the weekend's overflow…
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Rain! It actually rained on us yesterday…right here on our house, instead of making a wide loop around this area as it has the past few days. The radar maps have shown rain in the north, rain to the west, rain in the south, rain to the east. Austin was a clean bulls-eye – no…
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For several nights I've been scanning and scanning pictures…dozens of pictures depicting a rite of friendship that is celebrating its 10th anniversary this year – my annual Lago Women's Trip to Port Aransas. My friend Nancy asked for the photos months ago – she wants to compile a scrapbook. I jotted it on my list…"photos to…
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This day will come and go quickly, just like all the others this summer…this past year…the past eighteen years…but one thing is different: with the coming and going of this day, my baby will turn eighteen. I get to spend the day with her – we've spent more time together the last few weeks than…
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"My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue…an everlasting vision of the everchanging view. A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold. A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold…" Carole King's words touched something inside me the first time I heard them thirty-eight years ago, triggering a longing for richness, depth…
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Two months after Tommy was born in 1985, my nephew Evan arrived. He's always been a bundle of energy…smart, inquisitive, restless….and at the same time family-oriented…devoted, loving, loyal. The restless part of his personality led him to Wyoming on a job; the loving part is going to keep him there. A day or two before the…
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