Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Spinning Plates
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It might seem strange to count outrage as a sweet! But today I found out another real estate agent approached one of my clients when he was working in his yard and tried to seduce him away from me. Not only is that a huge breach of ethics, but it hurt my feelings and made me…
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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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Pumpkin bread is baking in my oven as I type. Several small loaves and one larger Texas-sized ceramic dish I bought years ago near Round Top. My friend Ann bought one just like it. Would you believe I've never used it for baking until this year? I made a Texas-shaped gingerbread earlier this…
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I'm still behind on emails and blog reading and writing my children's story, which means I still haven't figured out how to squeeze more time out of a day, but… …from the back porch I can see the hollow changing colors; and hear the music of our little waterfall joined by a chorus of…
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It wasn't a dramatic sunset, just soft faded blues and pinks, that grew deeper and darker as the sun slipped out of sight. I could have gone to the movies with friends tonight. Instead, I opted to stay home and take care of some crabby gray-haired to-do's and head off a few youngsters that…
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Usually the Monday following four incredible days full of sunshine in Port Aransas with twenty friends is a Monday in every sense of the word. But today hasn't been bad at all…except that it's too short. With everything going on in my life right now, I really didn't have time to slip away and lounge…
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1. I am kicking myself every day that I didn't become a realtor years ago. And I haven't even made any money yet! (Call me!) (Thanks to my sweet sister-in-law for the blingy name badge!) 2. I believe juggling real estate, my blogs, photography, writing, and family responsibilities is going to be harder…
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Eliot These days, more than ever, I'm trying stay focused on the minute I'm standing in…to not let my mind replay…
Long Hollow 