Tomorrow George and I are “leaving on a jet plane” — flying to Seattle for a week. In keeping with the time-honored tradition of dressing up in costume for Halloween, on the evening of October 31st, George will enter the nerd-u-lizer chamber and transform into . . . THE WORMINATOR! Yes, it’s true. October 31 […]
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Today I got to play secret-agent fairy. A friend who lives in another town called this morning. Her son attends college here. She told me about something that had happened which left said son feeling sad and depressed, and she asked if I might have time to go by and cheer him with balloons or
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The upper school students spent the whole day at a ropes course. Most of the activities were designed to encourage teamwork in overcoming obstacles. But toward the end of the afternoon, the course director offered the kids a chance at an individual challenge. At least several stories above the ground, a single board extended from
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“It doesn’t have to be this way.” She glanced up from her book. “What?” His fiery gaze unnerved her. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She pretended to read but felt the heat of his eyes. “You wish your life could be as exciting as that
One Saturday morning not long ago I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. George and Jacob were already sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast. I got my bowl of Raisin Nut Bran and glass of orange juice, joined the guys, and turned my attention to the morning paper. To
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Speaking of Neverland, I’m heading to Tyler tomorrow for a girls’ weekend. What does a girls’ weekend have to do with Neverland? Good question. It’s really a political matter. (Okay, it isn’t, but this is as close as I’ll get to discussing politics in this journal.) As Peter explained to Wendy, the children who fall
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A gentle rain fell like a misty curtain, unruffled by wind, unhurried and unhindered, folds and folds of liquid fabric soothing the wounds of a thirsty earth. We drove the roads toward home — Jacob and I — and song met mood met comment. Song: “Flood water rain crash down, soak the ground, still I
This morning Pam and I were driving to Longview in her black VW bug for a writers’ critique meeting. We hit a wet patch on the highway going about 65 mph. The car hydroplaned, drifting toward the center lane. Then it started spinning. I held on and watched traffic on both sides of the highway
The situation is worse than Rusty originally suspected. Despite an abundance of green grass, the cows are consuming five (5) large bales of hay per day. (NOTE #1: These are the round bales that are taller than me, not the squatty rectangular ones used as stage props or for hayrides. NOTE #2: I’m assuming this
Rusty says the cows are already getting their winter coats, and that means it’s going to be a cold winter. What I’m wondering is, how do the cows know?
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