Long Hollow

Where seeds of thought have room to grow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Spinning Plates

  • Smiles (and Friday’s Favorite Photos)

    Oh, I had big plans for yesterday, all spelled out in a realistic and do-able list of things to accomplish on my day off. Besides the usual – my morning walk with the dogs, their breakfast on the back porch and my work-out which I always dread and want to get out of the way…

  • Under the right circumstances (or “All Dried Up”)

    If you could peek inside my brain, this is what it would look like… I feel as dry as our pond. Seeds of thought sprout in my brain, but there's nary a cloud of creativity in sight to nourish them. They're just withering away.  Time. That's what I need a bit more of right now.…

  • Time, Water and other missing things (plus Friday’s Favorite Photos)

    I walked at dusk, a tangerine glow still lining the horizon, not quite snuffed by the night sky. The wind blew hard, but it was comforting, like a friend's reassuring hug, and its roaring in my ear was a lullaby, soothing. While the puppies hunted for lizards and rough-housed in the sand, I turned inward,…

  • My backburner is getting crowded…

    I fidgeted in the swivel chair — the 'good' chair, the teacher's chair — twisting it back and forth by swinging my crossed leg up and down.  Mostly unfamiliar faces stared back at me, except one or two I've known since their toddler-hood. But then, the whole high school felt unfamiliar. Odd, considering all the…

  • Sweet! #7 and then some

    Some days it's tough to think of a Sweet! and this is one of them. I'm tired. It's way past my bedtime. I've started a dozen things this evening but haven't finished a single one. I have a deadline looming. Tom's birthday is coming up and I'm not ready. Facebook is acting up on loading…

  • On Dreams … and Sweet #5

    "Nothing happens unless first we dream." ~ Carl Sanburg So true. But dreams are just seeds – they don't bloom without the right conditions and it's up to us to help them along. We have to water them. Plant them where they'll get enough sunshine.  I've been prodded several times just in the past few…

  • Spring Fever Frenzy and Sweet! #1

    Frenzy is my word of the week, (where's my copy of Pearl Jam's song Just Breathe?) so please forgive me if this post seems a little harried and unorganized. If it jumps around a bit, it's just a reflection of my life right now, hopscotching from one project to the next in haphazard order. Tom…

  • Thank you, BlogHer!

    I think I've mentioned this before – I'm a book addict. I have boxes and boxes of books stacked in the boys' rooms downstairs, waiting for the library Tom has promised me  (and promised me… and promised me…) (Okay, in his defense, he built this whole house … even finished out my closet while he…

  • Pausing for a moment to look back

    The window beside me frames a pre-dawn indigo sky separating from the black treeline – soon I'll be able to make out Belle's black body sitting patiently just beyond the French doors, head-tilted, waiting for our walk.  I've climbed from the rapids my life has become to sit here on the bank in the quiet…

  • Time to re-sort my rocks

      You've seen that story about the professor and the rocks, right? The one where he uses them to explain priorities to his classroom?   If you haven't, here's a synopsis (if you know the story, just skip this part)… To illustrate time management and priorities, a professor sets a large jar on the table…