Tag: Tip of My Iceberg
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A Promise Is A Promise–Sometimes
I saw the truck and assumed it was someone stopping by to pick up tools from our back yard where they’d been clearing grass and weeds so our porch could be extended. I yelled at John, “They’re back. Probably to pick up their stuff. Why don’t you go talk to them.” Translated: Can you get…
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Welcome To My Porch
Coffee in hand, John and I sat on our back porch early one morning. Before heat and humidity made it unpleasant. The sun was up, and bits of beautiful blue could be seen through scuttling clouds that drifted overhead. Some rainclouds, preparing to let loose another wave of saturation. Some like mounds of cotton…
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We’re In A Can Of Peas?
Not being a fan of traffic, I tend to drive home from work a way that’s a little longer. The green space I drive through, the fewer number of cars, decompress the inner tensions from the day. I breathe. One of my favorite parts of the drive is a road covered by a canopy of…
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Will It Ever Be Finished?
We expected our porch to be finished by last Christmas. Our kids would have all been home at some point between then and the end of January, and we looked forward to having space where all of us could sit together. Without crowding or someone standing. It’s still not done. When Mom passed and left…
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It’s Not All Puddles And Pleasure
We were fortunate. We dodged a big bullet. The Bahamas didn’t. The Carolina coast is now in the crosshairs of the weapon called Dorian. Waiting for Dorian to make landfall in Florida was an act of agonizing impatience on my part. Come do your thing and be done with it. Having the storm stall…
Tip of My Iceberg 