Long Hollow

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Category: Indulgence

  • Rocking in the Hangar – a Christmas tradition

    I didn't see my camera hit the concrete; it all happened way too fast…the oh-crap look on Tom's face, the metallic clunk that made me wince. By the time my eyes caught up to it, it already lay still and naked on the hangar floor, staring up at me, the lens skidding several feet away.…

  • A little of this, a little of that…

    …makes a great pot of chili! A cold front dropped in for a visit this weekend and has decided to stick around for a few days, so Tom and I took advantage of it tonight and made our first pot of Winter 2010 Chili. We made a great team – he browned the meat and…

  • Oh, it’s you again, Monday…

    It's not a good idea to stay up late, late, late Sunday night working at the computer when you need to get up early, early, early Monday morning for work. So now you know how my Monday started…with bloodshot eyes and plenty of yawns and scrambling to be on time. When will I learn? I…

  • The Day After

    Morning rain, cooler temperatures, snuggling under the covers, sleeping late. No Black Friday shopping for this family. Football on the television. Feet propped up. Empty coffee cups, and more percolating. More dessert. More coffee. Afternoon sunshine. Long walks Brother snoozing in the recliner. Mother, sister, son sharing stories at the table. Baby napping in the front room,…

  • Separation Anxiety

    Who's going to cook me dinner? Tom just looked at me and smiled. Are you going to cook up some casseroles, label them with the days of the week and freeze them for me? He laughed.I think he thought I was joking. Well, sure…I was…a little bit…  He's off, away on his own for a…

  • A Not-So-Unproductive Weekend

    I had big plans for this weekend. BIG plans. Number one on the list: getting caught up on my sleep. Next, I planned to get caught up on my book. It only took me a few days to fall short of my 1500 words/day writing goal. Mostly because my body refused to put up with…

  • In the Drumline (in my mind)

    I played my drums this morning – just one quick song streaming through my hand-me-down iPod knock-off… "My Alien" by Simple Plan. It's the first time this week I've picked up the drumsticks. I think I might have once last week. I can't remember. The weeks, the mornings, just blur together. By necessity I'm focusing…

  • Running Away… a Different Kind of Survivor Weekend

    Last weekend I was surrounded by survivors… not the kind that sleep outside and eat bugs and face other challenges they take on voluntarily, but the real kind of survivors… the ones who encounter huge obstacles along their life road they didn't expect and don't want, but who keep going, head down during the toughest…

  • Relaxation, Regret, and Rejection (and lots of “firsts”)

    I caught a glimpse of the blushing horizon through my window this morning… a soft orange-pink glow just above the tree line, so similar to the sunrises that greeted me the past three mornings, except they reflected on the shimmery surface of of the Gulf of Mexico and led into days of sun and fun…

  • Autumn Fever (Another Amazing Monday)

    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. …