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Anticipation–It’s Making Me Wait
I’ve never considered myself a good waiter. Not the kind that works in a restaurant. I always wanted to do that because I love talking to people. I’m talking about the “you-can’t-have-what-you-want-now” kind of waiting. More than a little selfish. Like a child who wants everything they see on commercials. Only more grown up with…
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I Wouldn’t Have Done It That Way
Internet’s been out all day. That really messes up my life. A certain cable company that rhymes with Pooverse is down. Again. I had folks asking me several times if I’d received this notification or that email. Not so much. I wouldn’t have done it that way. Ryken, the Happy Wheezer, turned 1. Between hospital…
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A Reluctant Gardener
John and I stood side by side, staring at the mess of a garden in front of us. We’d hacked down the hedge last spring, thinking we’d eventually rip out the bushes and put in new ones. Miracle of miracles, the bushes came back and looked great. Except for the ones on the side. Which…
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A Bat Who Missed His Belfry
We’ve got a lot of critters that live around us. In the middle of Orlando. Viewed from our back porch. Deer. Bobcats. Otters. Alligators. Iguanas. Snakes–many of which are venomous. Sitting on our back porch, you’d think Bear Grylls, the British adventurer who tackles crazy survival tasks, will show up for a nature walk. I’ve…
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Happy Wheezer
The little guy had no clue what was going on. It was simply a lot harder for him to breathe. John and I had debated whether Ryken was teething or experiencing the onset a cold. He was rosy-cheeked, snot-saturated, (making him look like a glazed donut), and he chewed on everything in sight. Turns out it was…
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