Tag: love
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Messiness Trumps Birds Of A Feather
I’ve known them as Canadian honkers for as long as I can remember. Geese with a distinctive sound. Every time we come to Fort Collins, we see them en masse. Usually in the park. This year they’re everywhere. When we first got here, they were ushering around their young. Fuzzy goslings protected by a stern…
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Really Doing Life Differently
What’s so great about the same? Granted, there are times when it’s more comfortable to know what to expect. To do something you’re prepared to do. To be able to respond to a situation in a predetermined way. The adventure is in the unexpected. And people are always the adventure. What if the unexpected is…
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When The Bucket Is Too Full To Carry
You’ve got to love refrigerators which give free access to water and ice. No unsticking ice cubes from a tray. No hauling out–and spilling–large pitchers of cold water. Just plop a cup under a dispenser and press. Pull it out when full. Unless you’re shorter than the top of the cup. You can’t see when…
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We Love To Hate What We Love
When I sit on my back porch early in the morning, cup of coffee in hand, I love looking out over our back yard. It’s gorgeous. We back up to a spring-fed pond that’s home to ducks and otters and the occasional water moccasin and gator. The good, the bad and the ugly, John and…
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Friendship Is More Than A Fuzzy Warm Heart
As a kid, I used to create my own friends. Not the kind that live down the block, though I had some of those. Not the kind that came over to play, though they occasionally did. The kind I could talk to who would really listen. Who wouldn’t make fun of me. Who liked me…
Tip of My Iceberg 