Tag: Dayle Rogers
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It Could Drive Me Crazy
Road trips are fun. Seeing the countryside from the highway, admiring the landscape, listening to a book on tape are all things I enjoy. Not my husband so much. He’d rather get on a plane and get to wherever he’s going. He does all the driving. As much as I enjoy road trips, I despise…
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The Second Coming Of Noah
Our Sunshine State is sodden. Since returning from Colorado–where the sun shines typically more than it does in Florida–we’ve seen little of our golden globe of a friend. It’s rained every day. Often in torrents. Puddles are no longer problematic–they’re permanent. Soggy is our new norm. Humidity that is always high has become a living…
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Gimme Some Space, Will You?
Pictures of puppies or kittens piled together, playing, nipping at each other, tussling over the same toy, brings me grins. They’re bonding in ways that animals used to companionship do. Establishing themselves in the pecking order, enjoying the closeness of kin, comfortable in their togetherness. I experienced that this summer when the cousins were together,…
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Grins, Giggles And A Little Wiggle
I find easy to whine and complain. Especially lately. I’m not the only one like this–whininess and discontent are like an airborne disease that affects us all. Depending on the weather, circumstances, and which side of the bed we chose to get up from. I’ve been less than jolly because of a sore back. I…
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I Just Want To Be Enough
I work with a great team of people. We’re a varied bunch, but we’re committed to working on our unity. I let them all down this week. Nothing intentional, but it happened. Disappointment in myself is a weight of self-pity and discontent that feels miserable. This week and last were the days when all our…
Tip of My Iceberg 