The hours listed on this sign may not be a good formula for business success, but it is funny. Other times by surprise. What does that mean? I want to know. When are the surprise days? Would I drop by the other four looking for the surprise day? Would I ignore the open days …
Yesterday I retrieved a new voicemail from my phone. Because I'm one of those people who often saves voice messages, and because the 21 day time limit had elapsed, it was necessary to cycle thru all saved messages to get the new one. Normally, without listening, I just press 9 to save and move on. For some reason, I listened to each one. …
I like fog. Maybe because I grew up on the Pacific coast, is why. Rain assaults you, but fog wraps around like a protective layer... it comforts me... it calms me... it reactivates my hair product. I also like to photograph fog. As you might imagine, some shots aren't too exciting. But several mornings ago I got a good …
There’s an old shed on our property that needs to come down… ever since we lived there actually... which is about 8,694 days. But like many things, it was put on the back burner. It was too cold outside, too rainy, too hot, too much stuff stored inside and what would we do with it all anyway? But …
Who can find a virtuous and capable wife? She is worth more than precious rubies. Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life.... She finds wool and flax and busily spins it... She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household and plan the day's work... She is energetic …
I left my back porch twelve days ago. Have been home for two. It takes a couple days to clear the mental cobwebs and settle back into routine. I could barely keep my eyes open yesterday. But I did. There were mountains of laundry to do... and groceries to buy... and messages to return. Thru each day …
The man has a knack for spotting old things stuck in the bushes… along a road… in someone’s driveway… out in the middle of no-where. He catches a glimpse... of a headlight, a tail light amongst the branches, a rusty fender… and more often than not it ends up in our yard. Last weekend’s acquisition is …
For the last several days I have prayed to keep a guard over my mouth... to not say anything that inflames, insights... or seriously embarasses should my kids overhear. Maybe I should have been more aware of what I allowed in through my ears, settling in my heart? I wonder why we attempt to give the best of ourselves …
Tradition and continuity... I love them both. Thanksgiving holiday was different this year. There was no crowd squashed around the table - - only we three. With all the tumult of moving and change a quiet day was perfectly in order. And I must say... Doug's turkey was outstanding... as was my pumpkin pie. We do pretty …
"What's happenin' Mom", the customary greeting from a son's Sunday morning call. "Oh, not much", my customary response ......when I don't really want to talk about what is going on ....when I don't want to verbalize the "what's happenin" because there's more than I can handle. When he mentions he and the brothers and the …
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