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Last month, my sister sent me a fun little pendant necklace that says She swims against the tide/Dive in! I'm wearing it today.My friend, R., is a flatliner. Peaks and valleys exhaust her. She can only tolerate an even line. Nothing too good, nothing too bad. No great squeals of joy and ecstasy, no . . .
I promised all would be revealed in the fullness of time. That is taking too long, so let's make it TODAY. This will not be revealed publicly until Dec. 1, so please do act appropriately surprised (you know who you are!) On Dec. 24 I leave Tampa to live with DH2B in San Jose. He's working for . . .
First business trip. Booked. OMG, it's real! We'll be traveling to all the finest places in the Bible Belt and this would be...... Nashville. February. . . .
I felt like a student cramming for an exam. I had at least 100 pieces of writing to grade and record by this morning, which meant Riley and I were up till after midnight. We are not night owls, so we were up at 5:30 a.m. When you grade writing, you actually have to READ each piece, assess content . . .
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It's 45 degrees in Tampa and I am loving it. Except that I left all my cold weather clothes in Pacific Grove and the office is like a refrigerator. A plus: Riley likes to hang out in my bed when it's cold, and he's at my feet now, chewing on a "cigar." A sleepless night--a late night -- so much to . . .
I'm not easily intimidated, but last week, our new landlord asked us a question that struck terror into my heart: What color do you want your accent wall? If he only knew how I would paint samples on the walls of my houses and examine them at every time of day to be sure of the . . .
...to have a big, fourth floor place with tall windows that reach to the floor, so Riley could see outside? ...to walk downstairs to our very own Starbucks? Where dogs are lying peacefully at their owners' feet while coffees are being drunk, newspapers read and the internet surfed? And to take your . . .
I wish I could title this and maybe I will after I've typed a while. If you read the blog, Growing Inside, then you know a bit about Tikva's mother working out her pain. She posts her thoughts so openly and often and they all have to do with making sense of the loss of her baby. Something you can't . . .