WAKEY UPPY Er’y body! There is more moving to do today. I am only several sips into my first cup of coffee. Mr. P has already been to Walmart and back….that man does love him some Walmart.
He is in full command mode telling me to put all the clothes out of the drawers in garbage bags. He is a man with a plan. I am moving a little slower today than yesterday.
Johnny helped me move yesterday so I will share the Song of the Day with you:
Good morning everyone but Jo & tychicus.
I was up at 6 this morning Kim. That’s 5:00 a.m., your time.
At 8:03, you said Mr. P. had been to Walmart and back. I didn’t know Walmart was open that early.
It’s Friday! You know what that means?
Rainstorms in N.C. I hear South Carolina is getting the worst of it.
Chas- Most Walmarts are open 24 hours a day. There are very few that close at night. And since I posted the Friday Funnies a day early, I guess today is Saturday.
It is the little things in life that remind me that God is good. Yesterday I was Super Woman. I wore flip flops all day as I went back and forth hauling boxes, unpacking them and pretty much was on my feet all day. This morning when I got out of bed and put my weight on them they let me know they weren’t happy–“them dawgs were barkin’ “.
I have a very nice pair of athletic shoes and knew I needed to wear them today. The only problem is all of my socks are in a suitcase at the new house. I despise wearing tennis shoes without socks, but decided I would just have to do it until I got to the suitcase and my socks. I bent down to pick up the shoes and guess what? CLEAN socks were stuffed down in one shoe. At some point I intended to go to the gym but didn’t and I now have socks and shoes on my feet.
Wink Wink Michelle if you are around to read this—It isn’t the first time something like this has happened.
Mr. P and I are the only two people in these United States that love, love, love Walmart (all those other people you see there filling their carts with bargains are doing so under duress).
So will tonight be your first night in the new house Kim? You’ll be tired after this weekend, but sounds like it’ll also be fun. Moving in is much more fun than moving out of any place. 🙂
Long night last night after we learned the Oregon shooter grew up in one of our coverage cities, so we were all on the phone trying to hunt down acquaintances, etc. Left around 9, I think. Followup to do today, but I’ll be working on something else — the source I needed finally called on that story I’d been trying to do all week.
Of course, he called last night while we were all in panic mode over the shooter, but I managed to do a cursory interview (with another time set up for this morning) as the cop reporter and city editor were yelling back and forth over my head and having meltdowns. Editors at the other papers were yelling at our editor to get at least a partial story on the web pronto, everyone was really stressed.
My route home takes me past the block where the shooter grew up, there were TV trucks out there doing what we’d been doing, trying to find anyone who might remember him. He and his mom moved to Oregon 2 years ago, from the looks of it.
Art and I went to the lab at Emory earlier. He left his crossword puzzle book at home so I thought to put a free bridge game on his smartphone. He has to get use to the pop up ads that keep the game free. I think I just gave him a reason to appreciate his smartphone. Also, I figure it will help his dexterity so he won’t always seem clumsy in using his phone.
I started hearing some unfamiliar noises in our home and wondered what on earth Bosley had gotten into. Then I discovered that Art is in the bathroom playing bridge on his phone. 🙂
As for family photos, we have a nice framed large photo (from church directory) of Art and me the year before we had W hanging in the foyer. There is a picture on the wall in the bedroom of all three of us taken not long after he was born. I have other nice photos from Olin Mills, etc. But never hung them. I had a giant “oil” looking picture made of W when he was maybe two that we gave to Art’s mom. I would put it in a bedroom but it seems a bit large for our small space.
I really like, “Tennessee Flat Top Box.” My daughter sang this while her dad played guitar. I remember hearing that Rose Ann Cash played it before someone told her it was one of her dad’s songs. That is kind of sad.
Hi all. I’m ba-ack! The rumors of my computer’s death have been greatly exaggerated. 😉
OK, so it’s still on its last leg, but I’m limping it along. Something is the matter with the color, and most of the screen looks like a big snowbank on a very sunny day I can easily read the bold print, but the rest is difficult to see, and I can’t see any print in the sidebar at all unless I hover the mouse in that area. The picture gallery is washed out but visible, and improves in clarity when the mouse is over it.
Fourth Arrow figured out that highlighting the print on the screen (as if one is going to do copy and paste) makes pale type like that found on this site more visible.Words then are white, surrounded by a blue background.
Excuse any typos. It’s hard for me to see what I’m typing or trying to proofread. (Some parts of the screen are brighter white than others, and I can’t highlight the comment box.)
Congratulations on the new house, Kim! I wish you and yours many blessings there.
Yesterday’s discussion on photos: We have a lot more pictures of family than wall space. 🙂 We do have some framed photos on walls, though. At the bottom of the entry stairway (we have a split-level home) is a photo collage of 1st and 2nd Arrows when they were the only two children we had. One of the pictures shows daughter at about age one wearing her cute little kitty cat dress, a big smile on her face. Our then-future vet tech. 😉
Along that same wall leading downstairs are 10X13 professional black-and-white graduation pictures of our oldest two. We have an 11X14 professional B&W graduation photo of 3rd Arrow that is framed and standing on a table between our living room and dining room, waiting to be added to the wall with her older siblings’ grad pics. Just haven’t gotten that far yet. We’ll have to probably change the spacing of those pictures when hers is added.
At the top of the entry stairs, which opens into the living room, the partial wall that separates the living room from the kitchen contains six 8X10s, one of each of the children. We had professional portraits done at approximately three months of age. We didn’t always use that wall for those pictures, but I know we’ve had the professional baby portraits up there from before 5th Arrow was born, so more than a decade now.
A few months ago, I started to get an itch to have something else on that wall rather than the baby pics, and began looking around stores on occasion to see if I could find something else to decorate that wall. I haven’t found anything yet, and don’t really know what I’m looking for, but expect that when I find it, I’ll exclaim “That’s it!” And some clerk will come over and caution me about loud outbursts in the store. 😛
Until then, the baby pictures will stay where they are. Afterwards, I don’t know where. Maybe down the hallway, although there isn’t a lot of wall space to hang six 8X10s together. There’s only one really good spot in the upstairs hallway for that, and it’s taken up by a large collage frame of the Live Laugh Love variety with 18 family pictures 2nd Arrow compiled and gave to us as a gift. I enjoy seeing that on the wall when I walk out of my bedroom each morning.
Haven’t seen any of my pictures since 2004. That was before any of the grandchildren were born. I have pictures here that their parents have sent me of the grandchildren. Nothing on the walls, but lots on the refrigerator! I did go back and put up school pictures in that frame that has the twelve little pictures with one large one in the middle. That was a lot of work, since it didn’t always say which year it was. And I got to pick my favorite one for the center of the frame. I will enjoy seeing those again some day.
Ok we are at the old house spending the night on the sofa. The kitchen and bathrooms are done at the new house. The clothes have all been moved and the closets are set. I have been cleaning the refrigerator here because I paid Mr. Mitchell 100 dollars for it last year. It will go in the garage at the new house. I took a shower and scrubbed it down since I was there.
Tomorrow is only the heavy lifting and we have youngest son, a friend of his, a classmate of Mr. P’s. Mr. P and me to do that. Tomorrow my job is only to tell men where furniture goes. My new kitchen looked like it had so much space until I started unpacking all my stuff. We moved the outside furniture this afternoon, so we sat on our new patio, sipped a glass of wine and talked. Now we are here washing towels, sheets, and last minute things. Mr. P has agreed to part with the dog kennel that belonged to his mother.
I unpacked a photo of my dad and put it on a book shelf—Well, hello, Jim Bob a Lou Lou how have you been?
BG loves the new house. It is where I have always wanted to have her. A house she loves.
Tonight I am exhausted, but I am happy.
Please pray for tomorrow and that all will go well. I cannot wait to corner Youngest Son and tell him I will pay him to take ANYthing his dad offers him. I don’t care what he does with it later. A gift is a gift to do with as the giftee chooses. If he chooses to stop at a dump on the way home….so much the better.
Now, see? There is another benefit to military life. When you move, particularly overseas, you get the new place and get to live in it without any of your stuff for six weeks until your things arrive. The down side to that is that you begin just picking up the essentials, so by the time your stuff has arrived, the new stuff has taken its place. Though sometimes the new stuff can be outdoor furniture, moved indoors while the waiting is on.
I am so happy you have your house. I do not envy you the move. I dislike moving, which is why I have lived in my little old house for the past 24 years.
Another long day — although the good news as I didn’t have to work on Oregon shooter stories. But I finally reached the point where I had enough sources (on record) that I could write a bit of an expose on a local nonprofit ship (not the Iowa). Guy who is the subject of it called, treated us with libel lawyers, said I’d be writing a “tabloid” story if I went to print with this …
Bent over backwards to be fair, i think. But he’ll still hate it and I can understand that.
It’s a nonprofit museum, though, and many folks have given money to it through the years — the fact that it is in financial disarray needs to be reported.
Didn’t leave until 7 p.m., I’m beat. And tomorrow it’s off to Hollywood to fetch Carol again, we’ll be hitting (I think) the 99 cent store as she got ‘paid.’ But I kind of think the money is already gone, so who knows … Maybe we’ll just drive around and get lunch.
Oh, and we’re back in our remodeled church space Sunday but … Instead of going back to our usual 10 a.m. service, the first week will be a 5 p.m. “re-dedication” service. Ugh. Sorry, I’m not in a very good mood tonight and am really tired of afternoon church.
I dislike moving. I especially dislike packing. Fitting boxes into a moving van can be kinda fun, unloading them at the other end can be kinda fun, but packing boxes no. I’m a bit of a packrat with thousands of books, and it’s a lot of work. And oh, ugh . . . next time I do it, it will be “we,” but now there is a piano involved too. (Mostly one of our girls plays it, but my husband does some, too, so it would be up to him whether to keep it and move it. But we hope someday to make one final interstate move–not anytime soon–out of cold weather, so that is one big move to not look forward to.)
The “other end” is kind of worth it. Maybe it’s like childbirth. Getting through all that pain and angst, only to emerge on the other side.
One difference seems to be that one remembers the pain of packing and lugging and loading and frantically shoving the last of the “stuff” into big, gigantic garbage bags because all the boxes are used ….
Oh, and my welcome home tonight: flashlight on the floor (beam on) in the otherwise dark kitchen … Bag of cat food = Gone. As in completely gone (probably empty & in the backyard).
Cans of dog and cat food = Scattered all over the floor … around the flashlight.
Wandering Views 
Morning Aj. Thanks for faithfully getting up and posting for us all on another day.
I look forward to hearing from you all each day.
Blessings, Jo
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WAKEY UPPY Er’y body! There is more moving to do today. I am only several sips into my first cup of coffee. Mr. P has already been to Walmart and back….that man does love him some Walmart.
He is in full command mode telling me to put all the clothes out of the drawers in garbage bags. He is a man with a plan. I am moving a little slower today than yesterday.
Johnny helped me move yesterday so I will share the Song of the Day with you:
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Good morning everyone but Jo & tychicus.
I was up at 6 this morning Kim. That’s 5:00 a.m., your time.
At 8:03, you said Mr. P. had been to Walmart and back. I didn’t know Walmart was open that early.
It’s Friday! You know what that means?
Rainstorms in N.C. I hear South Carolina is getting the worst of it.
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Chas- Most Walmarts are open 24 hours a day. There are very few that close at night. And since I posted the Friday Funnies a day early, I guess today is Saturday.
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It is the little things in life that remind me that God is good. Yesterday I was Super Woman. I wore flip flops all day as I went back and forth hauling boxes, unpacking them and pretty much was on my feet all day. This morning when I got out of bed and put my weight on them they let me know they weren’t happy–“them dawgs were barkin’ “.
I have a very nice pair of athletic shoes and knew I needed to wear them today. The only problem is all of my socks are in a suitcase at the new house. I despise wearing tennis shoes without socks, but decided I would just have to do it until I got to the suitcase and my socks. I bent down to pick up the shoes and guess what? CLEAN socks were stuffed down in one shoe. At some point I intended to go to the gym but didn’t and I now have socks and shoes on my feet.
Wink Wink Michelle if you are around to read this—It isn’t the first time something like this has happened.
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This is the other song I listened to. Going to take another load
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So is that an answer to prayer or God demonstrating, yet again, how much he loves you?
Winking back . . .
I’m speaking in 27 hours and am ready to drive to the airport and flee away. Praying my way through the issue, you might say. 🙂
Basking n joy for Kim–let’s give her a house prayer warming party! Meet me on the prayer thread! 🙂
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Mr. P and I are the only two people in these United States that love, love, love Walmart (all those other people you see there filling their carts with bargains are doing so under duress).
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So will tonight be your first night in the new house Kim? You’ll be tired after this weekend, but sounds like it’ll also be fun. Moving in is much more fun than moving out of any place. 🙂
Long night last night after we learned the Oregon shooter grew up in one of our coverage cities, so we were all on the phone trying to hunt down acquaintances, etc. Left around 9, I think. Followup to do today, but I’ll be working on something else — the source I needed finally called on that story I’d been trying to do all week.
Of course, he called last night while we were all in panic mode over the shooter, but I managed to do a cursory interview (with another time set up for this morning) as the cop reporter and city editor were yelling back and forth over my head and having meltdowns. Editors at the other papers were yelling at our editor to get at least a partial story on the web pronto, everyone was really stressed.
My route home takes me past the block where the shooter grew up, there were TV trucks out there doing what we’d been doing, trying to find anyone who might remember him. He and his mom moved to Oregon 2 years ago, from the looks of it.
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Art and I went to the lab at Emory earlier. He left his crossword puzzle book at home so I thought to put a free bridge game on his smartphone. He has to get use to the pop up ads that keep the game free. I think I just gave him a reason to appreciate his smartphone. Also, I figure it will help his dexterity so he won’t always seem clumsy in using his phone.
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Cameron, sounds like you two have been busy. How many children do you have now?
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3 🙂
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I started hearing some unfamiliar noises in our home and wondered what on earth Bosley had gotten into. Then I discovered that Art is in the bathroom playing bridge on his phone. 🙂
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As for family photos, we have a nice framed large photo (from church directory) of Art and me the year before we had W hanging in the foyer. There is a picture on the wall in the bedroom of all three of us taken not long after he was born. I have other nice photos from Olin Mills, etc. But never hung them. I had a giant “oil” looking picture made of W when he was maybe two that we gave to Art’s mom. I would put it in a bedroom but it seems a bit large for our small space.
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I have had my first guest. My niece came over and brought me a glass of wine….then she drank half of it. 😉
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I really like, “Tennessee Flat Top Box.” My daughter sang this while her dad played guitar. I remember hearing that Rose Ann Cash played it before someone told her it was one of her dad’s songs. That is kind of sad.
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Hi all. I’m ba-ack! The rumors of my computer’s death have been greatly exaggerated. 😉
OK, so it’s still on its last leg, but I’m limping it along. Something is the matter with the color, and most of the screen looks like a big snowbank on a very sunny day I can easily read the bold print, but the rest is difficult to see, and I can’t see any print in the sidebar at all unless I hover the mouse in that area. The picture gallery is washed out but visible, and improves in clarity when the mouse is over it.
Fourth Arrow figured out that highlighting the print on the screen (as if one is going to do copy and paste) makes pale type like that found on this site more visible.Words then are white, surrounded by a blue background.
Excuse any typos. It’s hard for me to see what I’m typing or trying to proofread. (Some parts of the screen are brighter white than others, and I can’t highlight the comment box.)
Congratulations on the new house, Kim! I wish you and yours many blessings there.
Yesterday’s discussion on photos: We have a lot more pictures of family than wall space. 🙂 We do have some framed photos on walls, though. At the bottom of the entry stairway (we have a split-level home) is a photo collage of 1st and 2nd Arrows when they were the only two children we had. One of the pictures shows daughter at about age one wearing her cute little kitty cat dress, a big smile on her face. Our then-future vet tech. 😉
Along that same wall leading downstairs are 10X13 professional black-and-white graduation pictures of our oldest two. We have an 11X14 professional B&W graduation photo of 3rd Arrow that is framed and standing on a table between our living room and dining room, waiting to be added to the wall with her older siblings’ grad pics. Just haven’t gotten that far yet. We’ll have to probably change the spacing of those pictures when hers is added.
At the top of the entry stairs, which opens into the living room, the partial wall that separates the living room from the kitchen contains six 8X10s, one of each of the children. We had professional portraits done at approximately three months of age. We didn’t always use that wall for those pictures, but I know we’ve had the professional baby portraits up there from before 5th Arrow was born, so more than a decade now.
A few months ago, I started to get an itch to have something else on that wall rather than the baby pics, and began looking around stores on occasion to see if I could find something else to decorate that wall. I haven’t found anything yet, and don’t really know what I’m looking for, but expect that when I find it, I’ll exclaim “That’s it!” And some clerk will come over and caution me about loud outbursts in the store. 😛
Until then, the baby pictures will stay where they are. Afterwards, I don’t know where. Maybe down the hallway, although there isn’t a lot of wall space to hang six 8X10s together. There’s only one really good spot in the upstairs hallway for that, and it’s taken up by a large collage frame of the Live Laugh Love variety with 18 family pictures 2nd Arrow compiled and gave to us as a gift. I enjoy seeing that on the wall when I walk out of my bedroom each morning.
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Haven’t seen any of my pictures since 2004. That was before any of the grandchildren were born. I have pictures here that their parents have sent me of the grandchildren. Nothing on the walls, but lots on the refrigerator! I did go back and put up school pictures in that frame that has the twelve little pictures with one large one in the middle. That was a lot of work, since it didn’t always say which year it was. And I got to pick my favorite one for the center of the frame. I will enjoy seeing those again some day.
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Peter has decided to join my time zone. It is Saturday!
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It is fun to watch the young adults, quietly, nonchalant, stroll by the piano and glance toward the new photos. Should have done this a year ago…..
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Ok we are at the old house spending the night on the sofa. The kitchen and bathrooms are done at the new house. The clothes have all been moved and the closets are set. I have been cleaning the refrigerator here because I paid Mr. Mitchell 100 dollars for it last year. It will go in the garage at the new house. I took a shower and scrubbed it down since I was there.
Tomorrow is only the heavy lifting and we have youngest son, a friend of his, a classmate of Mr. P’s. Mr. P and me to do that. Tomorrow my job is only to tell men where furniture goes. My new kitchen looked like it had so much space until I started unpacking all my stuff. We moved the outside furniture this afternoon, so we sat on our new patio, sipped a glass of wine and talked. Now we are here washing towels, sheets, and last minute things. Mr. P has agreed to part with the dog kennel that belonged to his mother.
I unpacked a photo of my dad and put it on a book shelf—Well, hello, Jim Bob a Lou Lou how have you been?
BG loves the new house. It is where I have always wanted to have her. A house she loves.
Tonight I am exhausted, but I am happy.
Please pray for tomorrow and that all will go well. I cannot wait to corner Youngest Son and tell him I will pay him to take ANYthing his dad offers him. I don’t care what he does with it later. A gift is a gift to do with as the giftee chooses. If he chooses to stop at a dump on the way home….so much the better.
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Now, see? There is another benefit to military life. When you move, particularly overseas, you get the new place and get to live in it without any of your stuff for six weeks until your things arrive. The down side to that is that you begin just picking up the essentials, so by the time your stuff has arrived, the new stuff has taken its place. Though sometimes the new stuff can be outdoor furniture, moved indoors while the waiting is on.
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Kim – My safety-conscious husband would have scolded you for moving boxes & such with only flip flops on your feet. 🙂
Of course, he’d have a good point.
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I bit my tongue and said, it is Kim, southern belles do that sort of thing.
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I figured if she had asked for advice ahead of time, I’d have said something. Afterward? Her feet can take care of any necessary scolding.
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I am so happy you have your house. I do not envy you the move. I dislike moving, which is why I have lived in my little old house for the past 24 years.
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I detest moving.
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Another long day — although the good news as I didn’t have to work on Oregon shooter stories. But I finally reached the point where I had enough sources (on record) that I could write a bit of an expose on a local nonprofit ship (not the Iowa). Guy who is the subject of it called, treated us with libel lawyers, said I’d be writing a “tabloid” story if I went to print with this …
Bent over backwards to be fair, i think. But he’ll still hate it and I can understand that.
It’s a nonprofit museum, though, and many folks have given money to it through the years — the fact that it is in financial disarray needs to be reported.
Didn’t leave until 7 p.m., I’m beat. And tomorrow it’s off to Hollywood to fetch Carol again, we’ll be hitting (I think) the 99 cent store as she got ‘paid.’ But I kind of think the money is already gone, so who knows … Maybe we’ll just drive around and get lunch.
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threatened
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Oh, and we’re back in our remodeled church space Sunday but … Instead of going back to our usual 10 a.m. service, the first week will be a 5 p.m. “re-dedication” service. Ugh. Sorry, I’m not in a very good mood tonight and am really tired of afternoon church.
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I love to move.
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Well, maybe not move, but I love the adventure of starting a new life in a new place.
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I dislike moving. I especially dislike packing. Fitting boxes into a moving van can be kinda fun, unloading them at the other end can be kinda fun, but packing boxes no. I’m a bit of a packrat with thousands of books, and it’s a lot of work. And oh, ugh . . . next time I do it, it will be “we,” but now there is a piano involved too. (Mostly one of our girls plays it, but my husband does some, too, so it would be up to him whether to keep it and move it. But we hope someday to make one final interstate move–not anytime soon–out of cold weather, so that is one big move to not look forward to.)
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The “other end” is kind of worth it. Maybe it’s like childbirth. Getting through all that pain and angst, only to emerge on the other side.
One difference seems to be that one remembers the pain of packing and lugging and loading and frantically shoving the last of the “stuff” into big, gigantic garbage bags because all the boxes are used ….
🙄
cheryl and I can trade houses next time.
SNOW.
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my friend reminds me that every time I come here, I am moving.
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Oh, and my welcome home tonight: flashlight on the floor (beam on) in the otherwise dark kitchen … Bag of cat food = Gone. As in completely gone (probably empty & in the backyard).
Cans of dog and cat food = Scattered all over the floor … around the flashlight.
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Tess was hungry.
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So michelle — will your talk on prayer be on YouTube?
Maybe paired with a cute cat video to ensure lots and lots of clicks?? 🙂
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26 years at this house. Bought the piano two months after moving in, not having ever owned a piano before that, so have never had to move one.
My husband doesn’t like the heat of the Upper Midwest. If we ever move, we will probably be lugging the piano well up into Canada. 🙂
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My see, yes–Donna J is correct. Gracie is now five; Ruth and Elizabeth are seven months old today/Saturday. 🙂
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And my autocorrect hasn’t learned Mumsee yet! 🙂
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Oh, yeah, I forgot. That heat & humidity of the Midwest …. Never mind, Cheryl
How north can I go?
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Donna, we certainly have nothing unbearable in the heat and humidity department. We have one window a.c. unit, and generally that’s enough.
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Oh, ok then.
Northwest Iowa was awful in the summer, but I’ve never been to your state. 🙂 Although I don’t even have a window unit in Cali.
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Wow! It has been nearly six years since you were here?
Wonderful! Sounds like your life is filled with joy!
Hopefully, we will see more of you and hear about some of the fun you are having?
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