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That's Progress 2007-12-11 07:41:00 "Too much information, Mom" Alex told me yesterday, frustrated with my lengthy diatribe.I don't know why I have to keep learning this, but my teenage son does not do any better, become any more productive, by the information I provide to him. If I remind him that it's critical he complete college applications right now, or that lack of scholarships and grants will keep him from getting to college, or that he needs to increase his GPA to get considered for scholarships, it's all "too much information" for him. Even if it's accurate info, even if it's all part of reality, it doesn't help to tell him any of these things. It doesn't motivate him. It just makes me feel like I've discharged my responsibility to tell him. It makes me feel like maybe I am somehow accomplishing something by telling him these things.This last week as we have gotten closer to Christmas, I have fallen behind in accomplishing what I should be accomplishing: sticking to detailed lists, menu planning, shoppi
I've Been Tagged 2007-12-10 10:07:00 I've been tagged by http://faith2liftu.blogspot.com/(last week actually).I'm supposed to write five (5) things about myself that you may not know- some random or weird things. Supposedly this thing is called a "MEME" but I don't even know what that means or what it is. Makes me think of a mime or something- and that's not something I do. (I like using words and I never run out of them. Ask my teenage son and he'll tell you with a pained expression how true that is!)But here's five things about me that you should know:1. Back in second grade I was in love with a boy who had red hair,freckles and several teeth missing- and that's the last time I have ever felt attracted to a male looking like that! (It's more the missing teeth thing, not the red hair. Honestly. I just love red haired people- they're firery, or at least they've been known to be that way due to the color of their hair).2. I cut my own hair. I have a problem going to a hair stylist, paying lots of money, and comin Read more:Tagged
Your Resevoir 2007-12-07 07:16:00 My husband, Bill, gave our 17 year old son his main Christmas present early this year. Alex had to help my husband pick it out- it was a bunch of complex computer parts. They're building another computer. Alex knows the ins and outs of a computer like an internist knows the internal organs of the human body.I, on the other hand, know nothing about how computers work, how to even down load photos. I can't even say "it's all Greek to me" because I actually took Koine (Biblical) Greek in college, and did well with it. But computer parts, computer "anything"- I do not understand at all. I have to get my son to help me with almost every thing I do on my computer- except for the writing. The words, the many words here, are always all mine. (My husband, my son and my best friend Mu wonder where I get all these words from, and I tell them, "Oh, the world within me. You have no idea!")Sometimes when Bill and Alex are discussing computer components they're buying, I'll feign expertise in t
Just a Reminder 2007-12-06 10:33:00 I picked up an ornament, yesterday, at a little thrift shop. 25 cents for a beautiful, heavy glass mini snow globe hanging from a silver cord. How could you go wrong with that?! I showed it to Bill and the kids and they smiled. Nice reaction. But nothing earth shattering.But one time, in a Christmas long ago, (I feel like a grandma in a rocker telling my chilluns all about the good ole days), there was an ornament that caused a powerful, beautiful, healing reaction. This ornament was simple. Nothing fancy, but it was a reminder of love. And we all need those reminders ...sometimes we need them more than we realize.I don't even remember which year it was exactly. I do remember, though, that it was the year after our dog, our Springer Spaniel, Ginger, had died. We had enjoyed her loving company for over twelve years. We had grown up with her. She had witnessed our family fights and our joyous celebrations.She had one time saved my Mom from going down a raging river. Actually it was ju Read more:Reminder
Following Yonder Star 2007-12-05 08:58:00 Christmas has been a a rather quiet celebration, for me, these last twenty three years of marriage. Quiet, in comparison. Before I married my husband, and then had two children, Christmas with my parents and siblings was always a bit more boisterous, chaotic and celebrative. Did I emphasize chaotic? With five kids, a dog and two parents- one German sauerbraten cooking mother and a Latin Saturday morning pancake slinging father- it was wonderfully chaotic. We were diverse in temperament, personality, weaknesses, strengths. We were a volatile lot. My oldest brother was a choleric drill sergeant from the moment he was born- he later became a colonel in the Army. The second oldest, my brother Mark, was a gentle soul, artistic, talented and basically a rescuer- at least he rescued me from my older brother who would march me around the house in practise drills. Then there were we three girls. (I won't even go there). Last, but not least, the most Christian of us all- our dog, our Spring Read more:Following
On the Brink of Something 2007-12-04 10:17:00 Mu called me early this morning, after we had gotten our kids and husbands out the door. We planned where we should meet for morning coffee and battle strategizing."I love the coffee at the bistro but they don't serve eggs there," I lamented."The atmosphere is good there, but I wish they would have bagels. I've mentioned it to them but they haven't taken the hint" she said with a tone of frustration. "The only thing that really gets me up in arms is when people don't give appropriate homage to food."We then agreed to rush through a shower and meet at 9am at an alternate location. This place had a fireplace, okay coffee, and scored a 6 on atmosphere. We'll take it.So we met. We talked. We laughed. I admitted where I was struggling in my attitude. "You've got a lot of internal conflict, you know that?" she said with a concerned look on her face as though maybe I should be eating more spinach and then the iron would fortify me and I would be more resolute, stable. We then talked abo Read more:Brink
On the Road 2007-12-03 08:16:00 My life changed again on Friday with the words, "He passed." She smiled at me and I didn't know whether to thank her or throw myself at her feet and beg her to take it back. My son passed his road test. He is a fully licensed driver, about to enter the roads and highways of the world at large. Literally. And within a couple days of getting his license we have a storm, ice, and slippery road conditions.It's not so much his driving that I am concerned with. He's pretty conscientious, and took longer to apply for his license than other boys his age. But now that he has it, he is out there, along with his friends, driving to good times, and exposed to bad times. Exposed to risk. More risk. Just what I need."Alex, I'm not so much concerned about you as I am about the other drivers out there on the road, " I told him. "Just consider it a given that there are lousy drivers, wild drivers, drivers falling asleep at the wheel, and that they're out there on the same road you are driving on.
Today....and Beyond 2007-11-30 11:30:00 Just a thought for today."We have crossed another bridge and the symbolism is that we leave something and we go on to something else. Even when we know we're going in the right direction, the adjustment is uncomfortable, and usually difficult. But it's not impossible." (Don Piper-Heaven is Real)You can do it. You can go onward with God. You can leave the past mistakes and the debilitating patterns of self defeat and self destruction behind. But to do that you have to close the door, firmly, on the past, the old you, the old way of doing things."One thing has to be totally clear before we can adjust and move into a new normal: we must be convinced that we can never go back to the way life used to be...There is no going back."Now, I'm off to run errands and accept that today holds enough challenge for me, and tomorrow enough promise for me, that there's no need to look back over my shoulder and long for anything in the past.I have Now. And that's an incredible thing." Friends, don' Read more:Today
You Don't Want to Go There 2007-11-29 07:21:00 At 4:45 this morning, I woke up to the sound of Harry flipping his empty water bowl and clanging it down on the kitchen floor. 4:45am , he decides he is thirsty. What a life this dog has. Whenever he has a need, he tells us, and we comply- regardless of what time it is.I filled the bowl, and hissed at him, "Now go back to sleep!" and went back to bed myself. When the alarm went off at 6am, Bill got up, made coffee, let the dog out. I awoke to the smell of the coffee. The day had begun. I came out to the kitchen, glared at the dog but he paid no attention to me. He was sleeping on the couch next to the twinkling tree.That clanging sound in the middle of the night jarred me awake. I certainly wasn't expecting a literal wake up call. It just happened that Harry couldn't wait a moment longer for something to drink. And sometimes that's how life is. What happens, happens- regardless of whether you were ready for it or happy to see "it" arrive.But then there are other things that arrive,
That Will Change Your Life 2007-11-28 07:03:00 I'm not supposed to be reading this book first. I should be reading his first book, 90 Minutes in Heaven. But I was at the library the other day, and I saw this book on the shelf of new books and I grabbed it. Heaven is Real, by Don Piper, is the follow up book to his best seller which relayed "his first hand experience of the joy of heaven" after a miraculous survival from ninety minutes of death.I love this book, Heaven is Real. It's about "how to survive and transcend life's difficulties by seeking the assurance of God's grace" according to the summary on the inside book jacket. Surviving and transcending difficulties- it's what we're all after, to some degree.I have loved ones in my life trying to survive some tough times. I am soberly gearing up to stay in a battle mode, to go on this journey with them. They will need friends who know that it's not a picnic right now. If anyone was to refer to the wonderful nature of life right now, they would scream. Cheerful, naive o Read more:Change
Nice Matters 2007-11-27 07:56:00 Nice people are preferable to cranky, belligerent, angry folk- but we've all taken turns being " not nice" at some time in our lives. Maybe more times than we'd care to recount.I spent this past Saturday afternoon running errands, and I stopped by my bank. The assistant manager was there. He and I had not been on the best of terms since the last time I was there.I have banked at this place for several years, and have a couple accounts there. I've done countless transactions there. So to my surprise, one day this past month, this new guy tells me emphatically, "You cannot transfer money out of your business account into your personal account." I thought he was telling me I couldn't take money out of MY account and put it where I wanted to! After the manager came out and explained to me what the assistant manager was trying to say- that I needed to use a different form other than what I had previously been using (without trouble)- I said to the assistant manager, "You could explain i
Unless We Know 2007-11-26 10:15:00 She shared with me something she didn't intend to share. She didn't plan to open up and tell me how she really was. Maybe she could tell that I earnestly wanted to know how she was doing. Perhaps she knew that I suspected she was having a hard time, that I would not be surprised to hear her account of fear, frustration over being able to do nothing about her situation, and alarm that she had to live with not knowing, not knowing, not knowing. That was the part she could not cope with, she relayed to me. I kept my hand on her arm as she told me.I felt burdened the rest of the day. Felt burdened for her, and by the weight of what she had to carry. I know it was good for her to share. By sharing with me, she allowed me to help bear her burden. She knows I will pray for her. But she also struggles with what prayer will do. Haven't we all prayed and prayed, at a tough time in our life, and found an answer we did not want instead of the one we longed for?After dinner last night, a somewha
In Spite of the Mess 2007-11-24 08:48:00 My living room, right now, is crammed full of boxes and shopping bags. It's not a large room and it looks even smaller right now. But soon, within four or five hours, there may be a decorated Christmas tree with twinkling lights, and a few presents wrapped and situated under the tree. Just to start with. I will have Christmas carols playing, and I might even get adventurous enough to tackle a baking project today. (It won't be dinner rolls, I can tell you that for sure).It's bitter cold out today and we're all holed up in our little house, and none more so than Harry, our dog. He still has not recovered from his trip to the groomers and the shearing he underwent. He's nervous and skitzy, shaking himself constantly, running from room to room, and going out to pee constantly. My blonde mop of a dog is gone and in his place is this skinny thing that is acting neurotic and inconsolable.When he's unsettled, I feel a bit more unsettled. So it will fall to me to speak soothingly to him Read more:Spite
When You Do the Math 2007-11-23 07:51:00 I'm losing my touch. Baking used to be one of my signature strengths. Now, it's questionable. It didn't help that I had dropped the bread machine paddle down the garbage disposal and ground it senseless. So I couldn't knead the dough for the rolls in the bread machine. And then I forgot to add salt to the dough. They were the worst rolls I had ever made."But I think the pies came out great," I said as we entered my sister's house yesterday, arms loaded with rolls, and two apple pies. Wrong again. Too much nutmeg in the apple pies. Not enough sugar. Not bad, but not good; although the hungrier of family members ate pie without much trouble.It was not the most thankful and exhilarating of Thanksgivings, but it was real. And now it is Black Friday, where the retailers all hope the profits will be more than real. They hope they'll be outstanding.My husband and daughter ventured out early this morning to do their Christmas shopping and have their monthly father-daughter date. They w
All Clear 2007-11-21 06:55:00 photo by Alexander CaldwellI would think that this post should be a proper Thanksgiving message where I admonish myself (and anyone who cares to listen) that we should be thankful, thankful, thankful. But I'm pretty sure everyone has gotten the message to be just that, already. Be ye thankful.Some families have that mandatory "sharing time" when you go around the dining room table with each one sharing, in turn, why they are thankful. In some Christian homes it can get very intense or competitive, statistical or laden with Scripture, or lengthy as Uncle Egbert shares the very detailed history of Thanksgiving. By the time it gets to you, you wonder what to say.It's your turn and you want to share how you're thankful and really, more relieved than than thankful if you're honest- for all that God has done in your life. You want to communicate how you're just starting to "see" how He loves you, how it's all becoming so clear to y Read more:Clear
Grace for the Day 2007-11-19 07:52:00 Saturday and Sunday held minor challenges for me, opportunities to worship and to rest, moments of illumination and insight as I read Philip Yancey's Book, "What's So Amazing About Grace
?" This is a book I had read years ago, but apparently I wasn't affected by it then. I am now. I am touched by it, unsettled by it, and stirred up.The challenges I had this weekend were relational oriented. (Aren't they always?!) One college bound son who, in my mind, isn't acting very college bound (ie. responsible, organized, focused) had me fighting the battle to "release" and trust God. My daughter also has needs and it can't always be that "the squeaky wheel gets the grease". Sometimes the quiet wheel needs a bit of attention too. Saturday was a lot of running around, errands, and preparations. It ended, though, with a birthday party for my niece, where twelve of us, ages 13-82 , gathered together- and we really did celebrate.Sunday afternoon we stopped at the Grocery Store right after churc
When I Tell You What I Think 2007-11-16 10:31:00 My mind was going at 5am this morning. I woke up, at the end of an interesting dream, wondering about its imagery and symbolism. I went out to the kitchen, made coffee, and then woke my husband up a half hour earlier than normal. The saint that he is, he came out to the living room couch where I handed him his mug of coffee and a plate loaded with questions , thoughts, observations, and ....more questions.In our twenty three years of marriage, my husband has never uttered those dreaded, terrible words to me: "You think too much." And he certainly would be within his right to say so.All my boyfriends did. I couldn't go out with a guy for more than a day or two, when coming home from a date, they would listen to my questions and musings and then look at me and say with a puzzled look on their face, "You think too much."It was the worst thing someone could say to me. If they had said "You dress funny" that I might be able to change. (If I wanted to). Or if they said I was comical, I coul
Honestly 2007-11-15 07:42:00 Harry, our dog, refused to go out and "do his duty" this morning because it is pouring rain. He will not go out when the elements are hostile."This dog wouldn't make it a day, if he were lost in the woods," my husband said with a sigh this morning, looking at Harry curled up, asleep, on the couch. You would think there would be a bit of embarrassment Bill would feel about his other "son" being so ....weak.Yet we all fawn over that dog, cuddling him, trying to get a little attention from him- if we can wake him up from one of his many needed naps. Last night, Bill was cuddling with him on our bed. I was at my desk in our room, and therefore Harry was right behind me. He has to be as close to me as possible. Bill tried to get Harry to give him a little lick, a glance, anything- but instead, Harry moves closer to the end of the bed, next to the desk where I am."He's in love with you", Bill said in a resigned voice. "I can't get him to pay attention to me."Even when Harry flops on the
Quiet Time 2007-11-14 11:01:00 Last night at a Leadership meeting at Church, our Pastor shared about the extremes we can unwisely experience in our thoughts and beliefs due to singling Scripture verses out of context.One example was given about the passage,"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." (Phil. 4:13) The Apostle Paul was referring to the conditions of living in lack, or living in abundance, and just plain being able to live, at peace, in a state of grace- no matter what. He did Not mean "I can bench press 1000 pounds - because I know Christ" or "I can become a famous opera star even though I sing like a chicken with its head cut off". (Everyone is glad I do understand this verse in context. I sing like...well, the example I just gave- but I know that I do. And I'm not expecting much to change here!)Paul understood the undergirding, strengthening presence of God to take him through times of plenty and times of "tightness", times when the world sits at your feet to listen, and times when " Read more:Quiet
I'm Responsible 2007-11-12 07:33:00 We salute you, Veterans. We acknowledge what you poured out on behalf of our country. Today we'll try to "grow up" and soberly recognize that so much of what we have and enjoy- peace and safety- you all played a part in delivering it to us.Yesterday at church, our pastor asked all veterans to stand so we could honor them. In the row ahead of me, a young man was sitting next to two older gentlemen. These two older men, veterans, shakily tried to stand up. One started to stand but almost fell back, and the young man next to him reached out, put an arm behind him, and helped raise him up to standing position. He kept his arm there, protectively, supportively, lest the veteran start to fall backwards.You have the right to be a bit unsteady on your feet when you've lived a long life, fought in wars, done your part to bring a measure of peace to this world, or even to just your tiny corner of the world.But it's time to stop falling backwards if age, exhaustion, valor and courageous acts Read more:Responsible
Refuel Here 2007-11-09 09:13:00 Sometimes I pray the most effectively when I don't use any words. My sighing tells God that I am feeling broken or exhausted. And when He hears my sighs, He breathes on me anew and fills me.Sometimes, though, I am not meant to be comforted by God. Sometimes He has to provoke me...to stand. It might be required of me to put on a rather militaristic uniform of conviction and begin an uprising of sorts. I have to take a stand. I have to lift my chin in defiance of what would take me down- whether that's fear, discouragement, or lack of vision. Instead of flailing my arms and quoting a bunch of Scripture, I will, instead, eye my enemy with a look of "You're not going to win here, bucko" and then just stand there. I may stand in the middle of the living room, silently, with the dog giving me a glance of confusion. Then he'll sigh and go back to sleep. (Harry, my dog, may need to learn a bit about having a warrior spirit, but that will have to be another matter I tackle later).I went to
My Statement of Faith 2007-11-08 09:33:00 Had a wonderful time with Mu, my best friend, yesterday. On top of a cinnamon spice coffee and soft leather chairs at the local cafe, she threw in a little bit of Shakespeare to enhance our morning chat. I laughed when she told me I need to "bear the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune." I didn't know she was into Shakespeare.After our inspiring time together, I came home to several "issues" I had to deal with. There were the arrows- and they weren't even arrows of outrageous fortune. They were arrows of reality and closed doors. Things seemed to only mount as the day went on. I went to sleep last night feeling a bit overwhelmed.After getting the kids and Bill off this morning, I sat down on the couch with Harry snoring near me, oblivious to my conflicted state. I wrote in my journal. I let it all out- as I am accustomed to doing. When I opened my Bible, I wasn't even looking for answers. I just wanted to get grounded, again, on the truth that God reigns, He rules, and I have gi Read more:Faith
Crossing Over to Your World 2007-11-06 10:26:00 There are spectacular things happening. I love to hear good news. I love to find out someone is taking a giant faith-filled step or making a break through. Someone shared with me recently about getting "freed" from something that held them down and back- and now it is "under" their feet. Then today I read my friend's news ( http://reneeswope.blogspot.com/ ) about how she is stepping out in faith, in love, in wanting to adopt a child from Africa.Speaking of foreign countries, I have had the most enjoyable of experiences in having strangers come up to me, trying to guess my ethnicity. In the summers, my son and I, in particular, get quite dark. His teeth flash even whiter in his bronzed skin. My daughter is fairer, but in the summer she looks Mediterranean.One day this summer I was at the Grocery Store in the bakery section. There was a man working, kneading the bread, who was obviously Italian or something close to that. I decided to call out a greeting in the little bit of Italian Read more:Crossing
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God Moves...Spectacularly 2007-11-05 08:17:00 Yesterday afternoon Bill and I went on a date. I had joked earlier with my 13 yr old daughter that I think she has more dates with her Dad than I do. They usually go out twice a month on a father-daughter date, and she comes home beaming with joy, her heart filled up with confidence and worth, her arms filled with little goodies that her Dad bought her. She has spectacular, wonderful dates with her Dad.But when I go out on a date with my husband, I don't aim for spectacular. I aim for... encouraging. We aim for camaraderie and maybe a tad of fun thrown in. This is a big order- because since we don't go out on dates very often, there is a lot of expectation built up on how great this date should be. So we've learned to dial down a bit, aim for a "pleasant" time together, and see how it goes from there.I was a feeling bit unsettled yesterday afternoon, so it felt good to watch other people and not focus on our own "issues". We walked along the streets of Saratoga, noticing all the co
When You See my Scars 2007-11-03 08:35:00 It's Saturday morning, and it's time to clean house. I mean, really clean it- and not just pretend I am. It would help if I went out and bought a vacuum cleaner that actually works, instead of using the one I have that smokes and growls loudly as I push it across the carpet, making a lot of noise,but doing...nothing. I need to clean out my overflowing bedroom closet and sort things around my desk. It is an absolute mess, my room. And the kitchen- that should be attended to. If I look out the window, I'm inspired enough to keep washing the pots and pans, scrub counters, contemplate the view, and reflect on my life while my hands are in sudsy, hot water.As long as I am not the one in hot water right now, then I can handle having a messy house. But I can't handle having a mess of a soul. I can't cope if I have hidden emotions, not dealt with, and lies of the soul that I want to cling to- that no one would know are there. And who helps you really do a deep soul cleaning? There is no c
Getting to Know You 2007-12-21 07:20:00 In the afternoon, yesterday, I got together with my best friend, Mu, at our (now) favorite meeting place. It's called a bistro but it should have the word cafe in its name. It's a quiet place with leather arm chairs pulled up to circular small tables. We usually sit by the window, split a sandwich and drink coffee, and talk till the cows come home (or until our cell phones ring and one of our kids is calling us).She and I connect without trying. We have little in common, really, except our way of looking at things. We want to grow. We want to see each other develop her strengths and abilities. We are on such the same wave length that we surprise each other continually with our intersections of action and thought."I want you to listen to this husband and wife radio show, Lu" she told me in between bites of the grilled zucchini and turkey sandwich (that was her idea). Mu is always thinking about my writing and speaking. "The wife has a book she's just written. You can find it on the
Name this Man! 2007-12-20 09:32:00 I've got to run out and finish the rest of my shopping and it will be an assortment of things. I need: a standing Rib Roast for the Christmas Day dinner, Nyquil for Alex -because he's sick with a bad cold again, more Laundry Detergent -because I have a mountain of laundry I have to do and Bill is out of clean socks, leaving for work with an old pair on this morning and nary a complaint. That blessed man of mine.I was telling him about some of the blogs I've been reading and how interesting their lives are. One blog writer who lives on a ranch refers to her husband as Marlboro Man. I felt provoked to come up with a name that reflects my husband better. "Bill" just doesn't cut it."You're way more interesting than that," I told my husband, trying to explain why I needed a better name for him, at least when it came to my blog chronicles. I explained about the woman calling her husband Marlboro Man, and how I wanted a name for him that would depict him accurately in all his muscular gl
Tidings of Comfort and Joy 2007-12-19 09:09:00 It finally hit me, yesterday- Christmas is a week away. Yesterday I suddenly went into a frenzy of running around, shopping with a vengeance and with more focus on the particular people I still have on my list. I came home last night after a long afternoon of errands and shopping, made a quick spaghetti dinner, and fell apart at the dinner table. Everything that was bothering me, deep inside, these last couple days, came to the surface.I really felt the most frustrated with my teenage son, but I don't even want to go there. Let's just say I am constantly aware of Life's challenges and responsibilities and I do not see that he is. In fact it irks me when I am exhausted and concerned about so many details so that everyone's life can be enhanced- and he is barely covering the basic details of his own existence. But it all comes down to perspective, I guess. I could have a son who is wild, out of control, and off doing God only knows what. Instead I have a son who is ....maturing. Matu
From My Vantage Point 2007-12-18 07:25:00 I finally got around to repairing one of Harry's stuffed animals. He has been playing with his goose, a little grouse, and another stuffed bird that squeaks when he chews on it. Within minutes of tossing his toy around, he will grab a hold of it and start chewing and tearing it apart until a seam bursts open. So I finally sewed up one of the stuffed birds, the other day, and plan to repair the others. He has knocked the stuffing out of them.Harry is in the friskiest of moods, playful, and frolicking lately as though he were a puppy again. We got him from an Animal Rescue group when he was approx.nine months old, so we never saw him as a little puppy. But that has never stopped us from picking him up and cuddling him as though he were only five pounds. He had a vicious, chronic ear infection, on and off, the first couple years we had him, and we didn't realize how much this was affecting his behavior. He slept a lot, and did not play much.Now, ear infection gone, and newly clipped, h Read more:Vantage
When You're on an Icy Road 2007-12-17 08:57:00 I'm quite discombobulated this morning (and apparently in a British mood as I am using the word "quite"). School was delayed two hours this morning due to snow and ice removal. It didn't mean that much of a slower start for us, other than the fact that Bill and I had our first few sips of coffee in bed this morning, rather than out on the couch where we normally sit. Harry was curled up on the couch, not at our bedroom door where he normally is when Bill first wakes up to make coffee. I swear, that dog can listen to the howling wind and sleeting and decide he will not go out and do his duty in that kind of inclement weather, and so he will sleep in on those mornings. This was one of those mornings.But after a few sips of coffee, Bill said "Let's move out to the couch. I'm sinking into the hole in this mattress." (Here's a friendly reminder to turn your mattress over and around, every couple months, or you'll wind up with a mattress like ours- low and lumpy on Bill's side, and li
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