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Bee It Ever So Humble We Just Want A Home
“I’m not going out there with that bee flying around.” Isley was quite adamant. “What bee?” from a concerned adult. “The one flying around our tree near the playground.” Context is everything. When someone says “bee”, I think of a single flying insect. This wasn’t one bee–it was a swarm. Our oldest and her family…
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What’s It Worth To Me?
I’m a huge fan of change. Boredom is my nemesis. Too much of the same gets me in trouble. Except when life is undone by Daylight Savings Time. The jumping ahead an hour messes up my everything. Sleep isn’t returned. It takes days to get into a routine that fits. We’re no longer an agrarian…
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Whose Fault Is It This Time?
I was on soccer-run duty. The goal–get two of the grands to their respective fields on time. The real estate adage about location, location, location being of foremost importance is followed closely by traffic, traffic, traffic in the time it takes to get anywhere in Orlando. I made sure we left the house in…
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That Wasn’t In The Plan
Living in the land of warm sun, beautiful beaches, and older folks, there are several things that are givens here. Many tourists. We expect them. It makes for crazy traffic. We’re not New York City, but I think we may have the worst drivers in the country. (Am I pointing the finger back at myself?…
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What Does A “Yes” Cost Me?
Avast, me hearties! There’s riches for the takin’ if we just set our sights on what’s out there! Arrrrgh! Pirates in their fictionalized state are fun. When the grands were here recently, one of the make-believe scenarios they loved to act out was being pirates. Books like Treasure Island and Peter Pan add to the imagination. Pirates had the…
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