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~o:>Go, dog. Go!
It is the last gasp of summer. How odd. How short. And my eye is kinda twitchin’. We are once again, or maybe for the first real time, empty nesters; M went off to college this morning. Right after he … Continue reading
~o:> Of Best Laid Plans
Yeah. I have to tell this tale, if only because it so parenthood. Murphy, as I expected, joyfully walked right back into his life. YAY. And as I expected, was back in the animation lab less than twenty four hours … Continue reading
~o:> Prelude to Two Kisses
Kiss One: Kiss Two: And this is how it all came about: The little family, waiting at the airport. The plane: 35 minutes late. Chaz and L, happy. Happy again. This is a better shot of both, but I loved … Continue reading
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~o:>Taking a break
from craziness. Not a long day, but a dirty one. The tractor wouldn’t start, so I puttered around the barn in the heat and the dust while Guy soaked himself in Diesel fuel and put the engine back together. It … Continue reading
Posted in Construction, Just life
Tagged addition, construction, Murphy, shingles, tractor
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~o:>Counting Down
note: I’m working on answering comments. Have been up to my neck in storage boxes – Two days. Two days to finish two years and four days’ service. The mother, sitting in her corner of the couch, trying not to … Continue reading
Posted in Epiphanies and Meditations, Events, Family, Fun Stuff, Memories and Ruminations, The kids
Tagged growing up, home, Murphy
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Last one of the Year
Sort of. Year’s actually over, of course. And I feel sad. Wistful. And defiant: the lights will not come down for weeks. December has been remarkably cold and gray. Will January follow us into a mini ice-age? We shall see. … Continue reading
Mowing
Gin has done her own study of this, but I find that I have a little more to say. The odd thing about growing up is the ghosts you run into. I can remember G coming into the house one … Continue reading
Posted in A little history, Family, Memories and Ruminations, The kids
Tagged Cam, mowing, Murphy
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Just a dumb day
I couldn’t sleep last night. Who knows why? Just, sometimes, you can’t find the soft place – the place where you sink down and it swallows you. I keep landing on ledges – maybe because I have a yucky full … Continue reading
Because it’s Midnight
I hate to go to bed. You go to bed and you have to face finding that door into sleep, and that’s a hard journey sometimes these days. So I tend to hang with Chaz, messing around, putting it off … Continue reading