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Category: My Country Life
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It's a soft morning…muted sunshine, a sky swirling in faded blues, pinks and grays, a whispering breeze that's not too warm, not too cold. My walk was quiet – just light birdsong, puppies panting and our mingled footsteps padding along the wet sand of our road. (Frankie has opted out of our morning walks lately…
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I received an official letter from the Texas Commission of Environmental Quality today. When the whole damn dam issue first popped up (for background info, click here and here), and I was desperately trying to find some city, county or state agency that gave a hoot or had jurisdiction over issues like this, I spoke…
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I wore a jacket on my walk this morning. Fall is trying to push summer off the stage. It isn't going without a fight - our temperatures are predicted to climb back up into the 90's this weekend. But this morning dark blue clouds filled the northern sky – I'm not sure if this qualified as a…
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Wednesday started out just copying Tuesday…coffee, toast, fresh air and critter-care, work-out, shower and on to work (computer, computer, computer – trademark screenings, emails, blog posts.) No originality at all! But sometime after lunch, I felt a change. Not in the routine, but in my attitude, where all real change takes place. After work, I chased the…
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It woke me in the night – the unfamiliar sound of rain. What a beautiful melody on a Saturday morning, especially in a time of drought. It lulled me back to sleep, but when I woke hours later I could still hear it – a steady, soothing, soaking rain shower, just the kind we needed. It has…
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Today…at last…steel-gray clouds moved their party to the sky above us, dancing to the beat of the thunder until finally, finally, it rained. The party lasted a long time, and even when the sun went down, it looked like maybe the band was just taking a break and the party might get going again soon. I…
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A thunderstorm passed through just before sunset last night. It was enough to wash the tiredness from Charly's old bones – he led the pack on our walk this morning at a pace that demanded less strolling and more actual walking for a change. But I was still moving slow enough to find four fossils –…
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XM Radio Antenna on my (dirty) car… Frankie had his first… Charly can still move when he wants to! See his ears flapping? This used to be a creek/marsh area…construction (now-abandoned) and the drought have taken a toll, but there are still a few blooms attracting insects and Frankie is like a kid in…
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It rained this afternoon! Not just a wimpy sprinkling, mind you, but a vigorous, committed downpour preceded by wind, thunder and everything! We could hear it in the house…like music to our ears. It didn't last long, but it stretched to other parched areas. My friend Nancy called from her place southeast of San Antonio…
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Keep doing what you enjoy as long as you are able. Hang out with a younger crowd sometimes - they won't let you get too settled. Be patient and tolerant with that younger crowd even when you're tired and grumpy. Be curious and eager. Lead by example. Take naps. Show affection. Receive affection. Be compassionate and share…
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