• There have been mornings when, after snapping photos of birds or leaves or bugs, I turn and discover Max and Belle are nowhere in sight.

    They've slipped off in a different direction, distracted by an interesting smell or a glimpse of a squirrel, assuming I will follow them (as I often do.)

    So I backtrack, calling their names, until finally we're back together, headed along the same path.

    Relationships can be like that, too. You each have your own interests or responsibilities – which is a good thing, of course – but sometimes you forget to check on each other.

    You get caught up in what you're doing as if it's all that matters, oblivious to what the other is going through, assuming they are right there with you…until you look up and find you're all alone.

    If you're lucky, you can backtrack and find each other. But often, that isn't the case, as we all know.

    There's a perception that love conquers all. It does, but it's not that simple. It doesn't just happen automatically.

    When I found out I was pregnant with my first child, I didn't just assume all knowledge about pregnancy and motherhood would come naturally. I bought books and subscribed to parenting magazines. I wasn't taking any chances.

    And when Tom decided to build a house, he didn't just trust his vision or his gift for woodworking. He bought books and subscribed to magazines about construction, tools, and building. He wanted to make sure the house was done right and could weather any storm.

    Yet we didn't treat marriage the same way. It never occurred to us when we decided to get married thirty-two years ago that we should educate ourselves beyond the few "Engagement Encounter" sessions the Catholic church required.

    We didn't even think we needed those. After all, it was pretty much love at first sight for us. We were meant to be together, totally in sync, thought alike, had the same visions, opinions, and goals…

    We were in love. We didn't need anything else.

    If you've been married very long, you're probably laughing by now. You know it's not that easy.

    Before we knew what was happening, we found ourselves drifting off on different paths, seeing issues from different perspectives, backtracking, compromising, giving in, or digging in.

    But despite some pretty tense times in our marriage, we never considered counseling or workshops of any kind along the way.  We were special, more in-tune with each other and more in love than anyone else in the history of the world had ever been. We could work it out ourselves.

    However, several couples who I thought were special like us have recently fallen apart, or come close to it, after decades together, which made me realize Tom and I have really just been lucky that we've made it as far as we have.

    Two friends separately told me about one particular book that helped save their marriages. I became curious, and because my marriage is very precious to me, I ordered a copy to read myself. 

    The premise of "Love and Respect" by Dr. Emerson Eggerichs is that women's basic need is love and men's is respect. Unconditional love. Unconditional respect.

    I admit that made me stop and think. I've always believed respect should be earned. How do you respect unconditionally?

    But…if love can be unconditional, then I had to consider that respect could be, too. So I kept reading.

    I admit, there were times while reading that the feminist in me clenched her teeth, rolled her eyes, and ranted over certain passages. I need respect, too, for crying out loud! I have a brain!

    But I had been forewarned by one of the friends…a very independent, outspoken, strong woman…that that would happen, and to give the book a chance. To read it all the way through.

    So I kept reading. And I'm glad I did. Sure enough, by the end, he mentions all of the exceptions I thought of and addresses my questions.

    I wish the book had been around and someone had recommended it when we were newlyweds. If we'd read it way back then, maybe we would have avoided most of the bumpy roads we've taken. The book opened my eyes to many mistakes I'd made over the years that created a lot (but not all!) of those bumps. 

    Mostly he points out what triggers the "crazy-cycle" couples often get into and give good advice on how to avoid it, or how to get out of it when you forget and slip back into it.

    Eggerichs theory is Bible-based and the book is laced with verses, but even if you're not a Christian, I think you'll see that what he suggests is very practical. It's actually good advice for any relationship…between you and your children, your parents, your co-workers, your boss…

    So this is my Valentine's Day gift to you…a recommendation to educate yourself if you're in a relationship, whether it's through this book or or a workshop or some other way that helps you communicate and smooth out the bumps…or avoid them altogether. Otherwise you might find yourself at a dead-end, staring at a stranger.

    Treat your love like the precious treasure it is. Love deserves that much.

    (If you're not in a relationship with someone else, you're still in a relationship with you! And that's still a precious treasure! Treat yourself accordingly!)

    Happy Valentine's Day!

    If you've got a recommendation for a book, workshop, or just something you've discovered that helps relationships grow stronger, please share in the comments!

     

     

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                        Love & Respect: The Love She Most Desires; The Respect He Desperately Needs

    (Disclosure: I'm an Amazon Affiliate. If you buy it through this link, I get a few pennies. But that's not why I'm recommending it. )

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    Looks like the sun found its way out of

    That dark cloud that keeps following me around

    At least for today

    I've got a ray of hope

     

    I've opened doors and I've burned some bridges

    I'm still looking for my fairy tale ending

    There’s a lot of time left before the credits roll

    So quit trying to guess the ending, and enjoy the show

     

     

    I'm still reaching for the stars but I'm dancing in the gutters

    Time's the only thing that’s ever flown

    And I still have faith in things unseen, but sometimes I wonder

    What it is that keeps me hanging on

    Another December gone.

     

    ~Jarrod Birmingham, from "December's Gone"

     

    Just heard this song on the radio tonight. The lyrics reached out and wrapped around my heart.

    I had to share.

  • I'm sure we passed each other in the hallways of our junior high and high school. We might have even shared a class or two. Perhaps we even spoke once or twice.

    But if we did, I don't remember.

    So even though her face and name were familiar, I truly didn't know Debbie until Facebook revealed that she, too, lived in the Austin area and I invited her to a Shake Russell concert.

    My first memory of speaking to her was at that concert in the Saxon Pub about five years ago. That's when I realized what a sweetheart she is…quiet, smart, and strong.

    Since then we've shared many evenings dancing and listening to live music. She's always one of the first to give me encouragement and support, or offer prayers and a shoulder to cry on, even as she went through some heartbreaking times of her own. 

    I could waste time lamenting all those years of my youth when I didn't make an effort to know her, but instead, I'll be grateful to Facebook for eventually bringing us together so that I could help this wonderful woman through tough times and celebrations…

    …such as the one for her birthday this afternoon with other friends who walked those halls with us so many years ago.

    Happy birthday, Debbie! I'm so very grateful for you and your friendship. Better late than never!

     

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    Monday: getting an issue resolved at the Social Security Administration even if you have to wait three hours to do it; meeting people in waiting rooms; a real estate referral on Facebook by someone you've watched grow up; seeing your mom twice in one day; dinner and dessert, courtesy of your son and daughter

    Tuesday: puppy kisses; touring properties with friend-colleagues; fajitas and margaritas; the happiness in your mom's eyes at the sight of you

    Wednesday: the return of birds to your hollow; time for a quick visit with your mom before heading to a meeting; grilled chicken, courtesy of your son

    Thursday: Realtors who share their knowledge with associates and their lasagna with hungry colleagues; making new friends every day

    Friday: a call from your mother-in-law; a day at home with your family; watching funny movies with your kids; heating your whole house with just your wood-burning stove, thanks to your husband's awesome design; the God made a Realtor video

     

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    Saturday: blue skies and balmy breezes after too many days of gray skies and freezing temperatures; French toast, courtesy of your husband; your mom feeling better after being hit with a stomach virus; two walks in one day with your puppies

    Sunday: the morning sun kissing your Hollow and shining through the stained glass in your church; Mass with your husband; new church directories; the anticipation of helping a dear friend celebrate her birthday

     

    Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive. 

    ~Anäis Nin

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    Tuesdays are my favorite day of the week, because of property tours! 

    We started this week's tour by traveling back in time to the days of the pioneers. The Lake Travis pioneers, anyway, who braved the narrow, twisty road out from Austin to the north shore to enjoy life on the lake. (It's now four-lanes and much straighter…just twisty enough to make it scenic.)

    According to the listing agent, the first home we visited belonged to an old trapper. It was built in 1950 from cut stone. 

     

     

     

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    The home itself isn't in great shape, as you can see, but it's in a gem of a spot on three waterfront acres overlooking Lake Travis.

    Plus it has this cool old cistern…

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    And take a close look at the rock. It's covered in fossils. 

    Priceless!

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    Let's walk down the road to the next property, three more waterfront acres overlooking Lake Travis, dotted with two homes also built in 1950.

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    This one is already divided into three separate lots, one with this white house…

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    …one with this red brick house…

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    …and the area in between where there's currently a playscape and a gazebo.

    I bet there were some fun family reunions on this place!

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    All three share access to the lake via a winding path that zig-zags down the hill, wide enough for a golf cart.

    There wasn't time to walk down to the lake, but I did step up on the balcony of the red brick house to soak up the views of Lake Travis…and snap a few photos.

    You can see how low it is right now, but even at this depth, it's beautiful to me. Imagine how gorgeous it will be when the lake fills back up!

    This faces west, which means glorious sunsets. (I've driven the ridge on the left of this bow in the river many a sunset – they really are glorious!)

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    I regret not getting a photo of the front of the next house, a Craftsman-style cottage. It's new, but truly captures that vintage look and feel.

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    And it has built-in bookshelves!! That gave it bonus points for me.

    These reminded me a lot of one of our previous homes where Tom built cabinet/bookshelves on either side of the fireplace.

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    A clawfoot tub maintains the vintage feel.

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    The next home on the tour was an upgraded 1972 townhome on the Point Venture golf course. With half a dozen agents milling about, the only clear photo I got was this peek at Lake Travis from the upstairs balcony.

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    The morning's tour ended at this gated one acre lakefront property right down the road from one of my listings.

    Look at that view! 

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    It comes with a boat and boat dock for summer fun, plus there's this firepit for chilly nights.

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    A huge deck – part of it screened-in – runs the length of the house in back, facing the lake. 

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    It also features a large, open kitchen, perfect for a bunch of agents helping themselves to a sponsored lunch!

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    Fortified with yummy fajitas, I headed into Austin to visit one more property, a 1970's condo on the north side.

    I loved this unique backlit, recessed ceiling in the kitchen!

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    A greenbelt ran through the development, rare for condo communities, especially one this close to downtown.

    You could access it through the private courtyard in back, which featured a little rock-lined dry (for now) creekbed. 

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    So much personality!

     

    I hope you enjoyed the tour as much as I did! Stay tuned for next week's!

    All of these properties are for sale by other agents, so contact me if you have fallen in love and I'll play matchmaker for you!

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    Steve and Lisa, a couple in my church, took it upon themselves to form what they call a "hospitality" ministry several months ago. Almost every Sunday they prepare and offer some special brunch item after each Mass. Just the two of them.

     

    Today it was French toast. Yum!

    They also offer fruit in waffle cones, muffins, chocolate-covered strawberries…with culinary presentation the best restaurants would envy. And they do it all through donations or personal funds. The church only paid for upgrades to the kitchen area.

    Lisa has turned our once-drab Parish Activity Center into a delightful bistro, with cute wine bottle centerpieces on the table and whimsical artwork on the walls. Thanks to her and Steve, parishioners now linger over coffee, getting to know one another better, instead of rushing home after Mass.

    But one of the things I love best about their ministry is the sign above, where Lisa writes a different inspirational, encouraging, motivational message each week. You don't see it until you're leaving the PAC.

    A sweet! to send us back off into the world, well-fed and inspired.

    A funny thing about this particular message… Before seeing it this morning, I had just thanked another parishioner who I don't know very well for sending a card years ago when Tom was in his serious head-on accident. That little gesture meant so much at the time, and still occupies a large part of my heart, reminding me how important those little things can be to others.

    Here are some other sweet!s from the past week…

      

    Monday: friendly, helpful people in the Social Security Administration office; having an iPhone so you can catch up on email when you have a two-hour wait

    Tuesday: being able to work from home on icy mornings; finishing a project you've been working on for weeks; restoring email to your iPhone without having to visit the Apple store; earning $300 worth of free jewelry just by hosting a catalog party

    Wednesday: a cardinal's morning serenade; your son visiting you at work so you can show him off to your colleagues; a glorious sunset after days of gray skies

     

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    Thursday: resolving your mom's banking issues; touring vintage homes; a happy hour at your office; Deep Eddy's Cranberry Vodka

    Friday: Yellow Cab vans with wheelchair seating; news that your mom's knee doesn't need surgery, only time to heal; dancing for hours with friends to Disco Inferno (and other great dance songs) 

    Saturday: sleeping in; enough free time for a leisurely walk with your puppies; peanut butter-chocolate chip muffins, courtesy of your son; your new jewelry waiting in your mailbox; getting to visit with your mom and oldest son at the same time

    Sunday: the Garden of Eatin'…food, friends, and inspiration; warm brownies; helping a friend by posting a link to her Etsy shop, where her beautiful driftwood crosses are for sale

     

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    The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up. 

    ~Mark Twain

     

    P.S. Philip Seymour Hoffman,  thank you for sharing your talent with us.
    I'm sorry we couldn't help you with your problems.
    May you find peace now.

     

     

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    Today I went to a friend's Facebook page to wish her a happy 90th birthday, and that's how I found out author/artist Frances Nail passed away, sometime before Christmas.

    So she probably didn't see the note I scrawled on my Christmas card to her…"I hope to see you in the coming year!" If she did, she probably just laughed, way too familiar with my good intentions.

    Once upon a time in Houston, a special magazine came with the Sunday Chronicle. It was just named "Texas", and included a column called "State Lines" where each week you could read stories about Texas (of course!) – personal essays written by a different writer each week, as wide and varied as the state.

    I read them voraciously.

    "State Lines" was my first paid publishing gig, way back in 1991, with "A View from a Catwalk". I went on to publish two more essays in "Texas" before the Chronicle stopped publishing the magazine. 

    Soon after "Catwalk" was published, I read an essay by Frances about things she had lost, which included the words to one of my favorite poems from childhood – "Little Boy Blue", by Eugene Field. She could only remember a few lines. 

    Immediately I typed out the poem and sent it to editor Ken Hammond, asking him to forward it to Frances. Within a few weeks, I received a letter from her, thanking me for the poem. And thus began our friendship. 

    By that time several more of her essays had been published in "State Lines"…

    …so many that I couldn't help feeling discouraged, comparing my words and stories to hers. Mine seemed flat and lifeless, hers rich and vibrant, but she was always full of support and encouragement for my writing. After all, she pointed out, she didn't even start writing until she was seventy.

    (I admit, that's more consoling to me now that I'm in my fifties and still struggling on my writing path, than when I was in my thirties and had it all figured out.)

    When we moved to Austin, she invited us to the publishing party for her first book, a collection of essays, of course, named "Crow in the House, Wolf at the Door". It was held in a fabulous old Victorian home downtown.

    TG was barely 4, Daniel around 6, and Tommy no more than 9, but when Frances read from her book out on the screened-in porch, with her distinctive soft, soothing, Texas accent, they sat still and listened. She was that good. Austinites enjoyed listening to her read her stories on pubic radio station KUT for years.

    I wish I could say we grew closer once I moved to Austin, but we didn't. We kept in touch with occasional Christmas cards and phone calls, and in 2005 she invited me to a play based on one of her books, "I'm Not the Woman I Was".

    But we lived on opposite sides of Lake Travis…I was busy with my three kids and building our home and broke. 

    I didn't go see the play, just as I didn't take her up on an invitation for lunch when we first moved here, or follow through with any other good intentions I had to see her, except attending the Texas Book Fair panel she was on years ago, along with authors Leon Hale and Liz Carpenter, two of her good friends.

    I really wasn't half the friend she was to me.

    Frances was truly a remarkable woman. I have wasted many opportunities in my life, but I think one of the biggest is not taking advantage of the chance I was given to know her better.

    I still have her words and her stories, though, and thanks to Jim Swift, I can still hear her voice…

     

     

    Godspeed, and thank you for leaving a part of yourself with us, Frances!

    I know the angels are enjoying your stories as much as we always have.

    I look forward to seeing you again… and I mean it.

     

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  • The last home we bought (and later sold) was a foreclosure. We first lost it in an open HUD auction, but later won it by sealed bid.The home had been stripped of everything that could be removed – light fixtures, switch-plates, you name it. Even the carpet was ripped up in most of the house. 

    What we thought was the foundation for a storage building in the backyard turned out to be a swimming pool covered with rebar and plywood…and partially filled with thick, green, slimy water.

    I was afraid of what we'd find hidden in that water.

    But we wanted this house. I was pregnant and we could see this would be a great home for a growing family. That backyard had so much potential, even before we realized it had a swimming pool! We bid high to make sure it became ours…and we never intended to leave.

    Famous last words, right?

    My husband, Tom, is a master handyman, but even with him doing most of the work, we put a lot of money into the house before we sold it ten years later. New carpet, light fixtures, switch plates, paint, French doors to replace the back door, a laundry room with cabinets, custom bookshelves filling the walls on either side of the fireplace…the list goes on. I can't even remember most of it.

    Out back, we planted crape myrtles and miniature roses. A deep covered deck ran the length of the house. After acid-cleaning the pool, Tom built a beautiful curving fence around it and the foundation for a gazebo. The kids also had a cool tree fort and swing set. 

    It was tough to leave that house. It's where we raised our three children for ten years. Christmases. Birthdays. Swimming parties. So many memories and so much time, money, and effort went into making it a home.

    We weren't just emotionally attached:  we also wanted to get some of the money back we had sunk into that home over the years, so we argued with our Realtor about the price. Bless her heart, she gave up and listed it higher than the comps suggested for our neighborhood.

    Thank goodness, the right buyer came along who recognized the house had great features that would cost a lot more anywhere else. But now that I'm seeing it from the perspective of a Realtor, I know we just got lucky.

    But I still dread the day we have to sell this home we built from the foundation up…

    What about you? Have you made any of these mistakes?

     

     

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  • Last night I spent hours with a camera around my neck, stalking guests at the local Women's Club fundraising gala.

    Now, mind you, it's pretty standard for me to have my camera hanging around my neck at any function I attend…well, anywhere I go… but last night was different: instead of complaining about me taking too many photos, people were asking me to take more, because I was the official photographer!

    It was truly photographer heaven!

    Because it was a fundraiser for the Women's Club, my only payment was a delicious dinner and a glass of wine. The Women's Club supports our community in so many ways, including awarding scholarships to several graduating seniors. My daughter was a recipient a few years ago, and I volunteered to show my appreciation.

    Not only did I get to snap photos to my heart's content, but I bumped into several friends, met new ones, listened to an awesome band…the Vintage 15…and enjoyed scenes from the Wizard of Oz, created almost entirely from toilet paper rolls.

     

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    Monday: new dog beds made from an old mattress; French toast, courtesy of your husband; a call about one of your Craig's List posts

    Tuesday: an extended property tour through your small town; a son who stops by after work to see your mom even though it gets him home really late

    Wednesday: friends downloading and sharing your real estate mobile app to improve your chances of winning $20K

    Thursday: a stranger helping you scrape ice from your windshield; making it home before the roadways are covered in ice

     

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    Friday: a snow day…long walks, warm fires, and chili simmering on the stove; an email from an old friend, asking you to photograph his daughter's April wedding at a gorgeous outdoor chapel

     

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    Saturday: exploring new homes; getting to see your oldest son and your mom in one visit; being the official photographer at a Gala; works of creative wonder made from toilet paper rolls; big bands; staying up late watching episodes of American Horror Story with your kids

     

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    Sunday: a flash of blue in the woods, signaling the return of the Mexican Jays; Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies; watching a trio of Brady Bunch episodes with your mom

     

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    I hope you've all collected a bunch of sweet!s this week, too.

    Share them here!

    If you do a good job for others, you heal yourself at the same time,
    because a dose of joy is a spiritual cure.
    It transcends all barriers.

    ~ Ed Sullivan

     

  • A sky of faded gray flannel. The swoosh of a cold wind bullying the treetops, making the old cedars creak and groan down to their roots. Frozen toes eager to be back inside, warming near a fire.

    After days of sunshine and spring-like temperatures that sent juniper spores partying through the atmosphere, we're reminded that it's still just January.

    I'm actually relishing this down time, despite the possibility of icy roads when I hit the highway after phone duty this evening, and it's not just because it shuts down the cedar fever party. If the forecast of snow in the morning comes true, it will be a good excuse to slow down and catch my breath.

    But I know a day – or a few hours – of forced slowing down will be enough. I can only take so much gray flannel before yearning for golden mornings.

     

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    Whether your sky is wearing gray flannel or gold, I hope you're staying warm!

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    Tomorrow is my cousin Patricia's birthday.

    She's always held a special place in my heart, beginning when she was a teenager. Unlike some of my other teenage cousins, she was consistently nice to me when we went to visit, even though I was a brat.

    I haven't forgotten.

    Her dad was one of my favorite uncles, too…a self-taught artist and musician who made me laugh and triggered my interest in antiques and family history.

    However, even though Pat doesn't live far from me, we've only gotten together a few times over the past twenty years, for an occasional lunch or hike through a cemetery. (We're both into genealogy.)

    But soon after Daddy died, she made a one-day trip to Houston, just to see Mama. Then she sent Mama a care package around Thanksgiving, full of cookies, snacks, and I don't know what else. And as soon as I brought Mama up to Austin, Pat was there…bearing gifts, of course. 

    Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
    ~Jean Anouilh

    So this afternoon, Mama and I took Pat out to dinner. It's just a drop in the bucket of repayment, and pales in comparison to her thoughtfulness (especially since she brought another basket full of goodies for Mama) but I hope it helps her understand how much we love and appreciate her.

    She's a sweet! all by herself, for sure!

     

    "I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich."  

    ~Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford

     

     

    Here are a few others from the past week…

    Monday: finally having your camera when you spot ducks on a pond; learning the tricks of real estate photography

     

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    Tuesday: time to walk with your puppies and pray before getting caught up in the busy-ness of your day; a friend saving you a seat at a meeting when you're running late; sponsored lunches; interest in a beautiful house you just posted on MLS

    Wednesday: your first closing; a hug from your sister who travelled up to see your mom; finally getting all of your Christmas decorations boxed up; taking time to watch a gorgeous full moon rise from behind the hills

     

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    Thursday: safely spotting – and photographing – a gorgeous coyote; saving ducks from getting eaten by a coyote; obedient puppies

     

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    Friday: getting a lead while on phone duty; making progress on some to-do's; a movie with your son

    Saturday: catching the end of a Shirley Temple movie and traveling to Wales with Rick Steves while eating breakfast, checking email, and sipping your morning coffee;  your tall son helping you hang portraits in your mom's room

    Sunday: helping your cousin celebrate her birthday with your mom; Green Chili Tortilla Soup and spicy salsa that opens your sinuses when you're suffering from cedar fever; a quick phone visit with your eldest; selling one of your many "For Sale"s

     

    What were some sweet! moments from your past week? I hope you've been paying attention!

    Oops! I almost forgot one of the sweetest moments of the week. (My days blend together so much lately. That's one reason it's important for me to sit down here and count my sweet's! at the end of the week.)

    Anyway, on Wednesday my sister and her husband took an overnight road trip to Austin so she could spend time with Mama. I didn't get much time with her, but enough for a sister-hug and a quick visit. 

    Very, very sweet!