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Category: Morning Walks
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I'm rocking out on my back deck (literally…in my rocking chair), sipping iced coffee, listening to a few birds chattering nearby. It's a hot summer day, but I'm in the shade. It feels great, thanks to a breeze. My grandpuppy Josie lies nearby. Her mama and daddy are off on an adventure and we were happy…
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Last Friday I made a quick road trip to Houston to take care of some business for my mom. My friend Debra graciously opened her home in Seabrook to me and TG for the night. On our way to meet friends for dinner, I was mesmerized by the sunlight bathing pastel houses…the cloudless sky…the gulls swooping…
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Tom and his brother straggled in later than expected from Florida this evening. They had to spend an extra four hours in Louisiana due to the muffler on Tom's car trying to make a break for it. It didn't succeed in getting totally away, but it did break loose of whatever major part it's supposed…
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I spent a long, lazy weekend with friends I've known since high school (several much longer than that)… just lying around a pool, eating, drinking, talking about our health issues, our parent issues, and whatever other issues happened to be on our minds. (Hence, I learned a whole lot about the benefits of extra…
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For most of this day, I sat at my kitchen table, close to all of my kids plus my mom, constantly giving thanks that I could do so. I can't think of a better way to spend Mother's Day. I am blessed and I know it. "I got to grow up with a mother…
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Friday evening, after dinner at a friend's home, I collapsed into my bed and slept almost twelve hours. That…felt…so…good. For months I had been planning to get up early Saturday morning and drive the four hours to my hometown for a gathering of high school friends. At some point on Friday I realized I…
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I have a confession: I often forget to write down my sweet!s right when I notice them. …if I even notice them to begin with. That's when composing this weekly post of mine becomes a real challenge, but even more important to accomplish. It forces me to stop and reflect on the seven days just passed ……
Long Hollow 