Author: daylerogers
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I Really Can Finish–Maybe
It’s been nine months since we had a renovation done on our home. John, in all of his graciousness, had most of it done while I was away. A spectacular new look for a very worn, very well lived-in home. A joy to behold. But they didn’t finish it. There aren’t huge issues. But I…
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If You Leave, He Will Come
I knew it would happen. This must be one of Murphy’s Laws. The Law of Inevitability. Our oldest daughter, Heather, was due with her fifth child. They live two miles from us, and we’ve anticipated being there to help with the kids when the time came. To be there in the role of Nana to…
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Fix It Because It Is “Broke”
I love our backyard. It’s a bit of an oasis for me. Even in the heat and humidity of Florida. As I mowed our lawn the other day, sweating like a construction worker in the tropics, I was able to marvel at how peaceful it was in our yard. Ducks were swimming in our freshwater…
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A Beast By Any Other Name
I call her Beastie. It’s a term of endearment. She’s my 2004 Toyota Corolla. Deep royal blue. Blighted by sun and a really bad paint job, she looks like she’s rusting through. All over. The term “beater car” comes to mind. She’s been driven all over the state of Florida and beyond. We bought her…
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And The Name Goes On
My son, Mark, was raised with five sisters. Five girls telling him what to do. Five girls emoting around him and in his face most days of the month. Early Sunday morning, he and his wife, Jillian, were blessed with their first child. A son. You can’t help but grin about a divine statement like…
Tip of My Iceberg 