Apr
26
2018

A Bin Filled With Toys

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I like attics.
I like the idea of them.
I always wish that I could go into the attic of an old house and spend the afternoon.
After spending the afternoon, I wish for one more thing.

I wish that I would be able to choose one thing to take with me.
I would spend all afternoon contemplating what that one thing might be.
It is just a wish.
In the meantime, my attic will have to do.

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Apr
25
2018

Backdoor Friends

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I heard the knock.
I knew the person who was doing the knocking.
Anyone else would have used the front door.
Not this friend; she is a backdoor kind of friend.

To be a backdoor kind of friend is a good thing.
To be able to come up onto the deck and enter my house through the kitchen door is lovely.
I am in the kitchen most of the time anyway.
If I am not cooking or baking, I am writing.

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Apr
24
2018

The Gift In A Bag

I reconnected with a friend a few months ago.
This is when social media can be a blessing.
We sat together on the soccer field when our children were young many years ago.
We had wonderful long talks during those games.

At the time, she lived very close to me.
However, we were never in each other’s homes.
It was a friendship based on children, school, and sports.
We always enjoyed our talks on the field.

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Apr
23
2018

Occupied With Gladness

My husband always holds my hand.
No matter where we are walking, no matter how far, his hand always finds mine.
I have been married to him for thirty-six years now.
That is a lot of hand holding.

I don’t think about it, since it really is second nature to us.
I don’t think about it until someone else says something.
It always makes me smile when someone notices.
However, that is not why my husband does it.

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Apr
20
2018

The Object Behind The Washer

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My oldest daughter came over so we could catch up.
I love that special one-on-one time.
We usually end up talking for a few hours.
We talk about everything and nothing.

She texted me when she was on her way.
I wanted to open one of the garage doors for her.
My husband was away on business so we had the night to ourselves.
I had just opened the door that leads to the garage and pushed the button to open the door.

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