Long Hollow

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Realtor, writer, blogger in Austin, TX

Category: Strictly Physical

  • Slip Slidin’

    "You know the nearer your destination, the more you're slip slidin' away." – Paul Simon Ah, that's how it feels this week, just slipping and sliding, doing my best to stay on my feet. I'm standing at the door of another weekend wondering how the heck I got here. Piles of junk, papers and boxes…

  • A long, long, very long Monday

    This first post after the weekend was supposed to be all about rocking out with our friends to the music of Kansas/Foreigner/Styx. That will have to wait because, true to its nature, my Monday didn't go as I planned.  To honor a privacy pact I made with a very dear person, all I can say…

  • Grateful for #53

    Tom turned 53 today. If you've read much of my blog, you know I never take birthdays for granted, but I'm especially grateful for each one of his we get to celebrate. I've spent too many hours sitting in hospital waiting rooms praying for him … come too close to losing him too many times.…

  • I Will Not Think About Food Today

    I will not think about food today. I will not think about the crunchy, dry-roasted peanuts I always have mid-morning … or the healthy salmon salad and triscuits I'd probably have for lunch … the Sweet 'n Salty Almond granola bar … the sweet Clementine oranges … the almonds  … the banana … the slice…

  • Sunday Morning

    Right outside of my window this morning, like they staged it just for me: Max and Belle playing together. They had (what was left of) the Green Squeaky Fish. Belle would roll on her back with the fish in her mouth, Max would play-nip at her, then grab a piece of the toy and pull.…

  • Prayers for Joel

    Last spring I had headaches – they were there when I woke up, backed away like wild animals from fire when pain meds kicked in, but then came charging back with teeth bared when the meds wore off. They were there for days and days – I can't remember how long now – but they…

  • Fixing Old Boo-Boos…and Contemplating Bigger Issues

    Was it a basketball or soccer ball? We're not sure. It could have been either. Or both. What we do know is…sometime within the past 5 years or so, Kendall got banged on the nose hard enough to break it. But she has always been so tough, so immune to the bumps and bruises that go with the…

  • Sweet Kisses and Skipping

    Christmas is the season of joy, but it's easy to let that joy get buried by to-do lists, exhaustion and financial stress. Yesterday I re-discovered a sure-fire way to bust that joy back out of the rubble…skipping! I really have no idea why the notion to skip entered my brain, but there I was on our…

  • Shakin’ Things Up

    I headed off for my walk before the sun even kissed the tops of the trees in the hollow today. The full moon started the magic of the morning…when I emerged from the bedroom, I was greeted with moonlight that splashed across the back deck and reached into the house through the French doors.  I hurried to…

  • Pop! and a Belated Halloween Visitor

    POP! That's the sound Tom's ankle made yesterday as we prepared to cross Jollyville Road for the car show. No exciting story…just a matter of stepping wrong on the angled curb.  "Pop!" was followed by a curse word mingled with a groan and instead of crossing the street, we sat down on the curb to evaluate…