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Song of the Cicadas
Maybe my next house will have a screened-in porch, where I can enjoy a breezy 65-degree September morning, drinking hot coffee and listening to the sounds of nature without my neighbors seeing me in my pajamas and bra-less. In the meantime, I’m on the patio in full view. Too gorgeous a morning not to. Listening…
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The Party’s Over (But What a Party)
I was out past my bedtime last night and seem to be paying for it with a crazy headache today. But it was worth it: I saw Chris Stapleton with friends at a nearby outdoor venue. He was amazing! I’d go see him again. Love his voice. It felt like the perfect finale to what…
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State of Abeyance
I’m feeling torn in different directions. There are two situations happening right now in which I’m approaching a crossroads. It could be that nothing changes, or everything could change. Sorry to be vague. If anything actually happens, then I’ll be able to explain. On top of that, the change of seasons is happening and I…
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Too Stupid to Live
Made it to the weekend, and I wanted to do something fun and summery Saturday, but I woke up feeling a bit sick so I didn’t make any plans. It evolved into a “clean all the things” and GSD (get shit done) kind of day. Laundry, cleaning the dog and cat food areas, cleaning the…
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Vacation Notes
Please excuse my detailed description of our vacation. It was one I’d like to remember. I had been a little down on the idea of a family vacation, but this one proved me wrong. Everyone got along, I slept well, and everyone did a decent job of cleaning up after themselves. I think it helped…
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Chlorine Dreams
My only focus this week was making it to 5 pm Friday, when my vacation officially began. I didn’t do much during the week besides work, do some cleaning in the wake of Aspen the foster puppy, and run some errands. And work in the garden. More beans, peppers and onions this week. Friday night…
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Hazy Shade of Summer
This was a rough week. There were a couple of days where I felt like I used to when I had infants… like the routine was never-ending and I wouldn’t have even a second to just breathe and think. Just a stream of things to do and then collapse into bed. That’s probably because 8-week-old…