Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Spinning Plates
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I'm whooped. Overwhelmed. Plumb tuckered out, chopped up, and stir-fried. Kids, dog, future dog, bird, house, land, job(s), writing, projects, money, me, husband, parents, siblings and kids, cousins, friends, etc….plus the maintenance and upkeep of every single one (this includes phone calls, emails, prayers, and just plain remembering…) It's all spinning, spinning, spinning in my…
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Sigh. I feel better. The monster isn't tamed by any means, but he's a lot smaller and not nearly as menacing. Somehow I managed to stay focused on the biggest fun-suckers, like cleaning my house – the part of the monster that was casting the biggest shadow on everything else. Even when Rick Steves came…
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Frankie the Guinea Fowl usually escorts me to my car every morning, then runs alongside until we reach the property line. I have no idea why; it's just what he does. For some reason, he feels this is his duty and therefore, I'm honored. This morning, however…no Frankie! I finally traced his chirps into the…
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Yep, it's the weekend! And, man, am I glad to see him….her…it. Whatever. I'm just glad it's Friday! I'm playing hooky from work (with permission) to attack my to-do lists and try to perform miracles. Yeah, yeah, I know I was off Wednesday because of the snow, but it kept me so mesmerized that I…
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I thought of it yesterday morning, but my brain is too busy these days. There's too much traffic, too much coming and going. Or maybe as I get older I just can't handle this much activity. At any rate, the thought was lost in the crowd. It fought its way back through the throngs, re-appearing…
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Clutter and chaos – the catchphrase of my house and life right now. Even my to-do lists are a mess, scribbled on scraps of paper scattered all over the house and shoved to the bottom of my purse. I am on a roll of writing and house projects…but I feel like someone trying to run with…
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That's the sound my day made yesterday. From the moment my eyes popped open, yanked from my dreams by the honking of my alarm clock (I think "honking"…as in "intrusive, annoying blasts of noise"…is an appropriate description of an alarm clock at 5am, don't you? More accurate than "beeping", that's for sure!)…anyway, from that moment my eyes first opened until…
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Knotted muscle in my neck…can't quite catch my breath…geez, it's only Jan. 4 and I'm already stressing about how to get everything accomplished that I want to do this year! I wish I could resolve to have an extra 6 hours each day – that would help! But, of course, I can't. None of us can.…
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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…
Long Hollow 