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Wherein I Stare Vacantly at the Monitor

I’m watching for it, that brilliant post. I’m waiting for it to arrive. I stare, purposefully if you wish, at the monitor. Here’s what I see. No brilliant blog post on the horizon. Rather, my head’s reflection, and the blowy trees in the back yard. This is the kind of mirror I can really mesh
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And, in other news…

* Kid 1 hates to drive, apparently. I thought it was just hating to drive with her Dad, but it seems that she’d be happy to never, ever get behind a wheel. Hm. * I made banana and apple muffin batter this morning. For the next few breakfasts. (That’s banana muffins. And then apple muffins.
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This is Fun.

I’m a real substitute teacher. It’s fun. It is. I still have a 5000 words/week writing goal. There will be weeks I don’t make it. And that will have to be okay. But I made it last week. And today I get to teach Kid 4’s class. Which is adorable in all its first-grade glory.
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Wrapping

It’s Monday Again. Aah. Awesome weekend. No blogs, email, news, or web. Unplugging is good. Here are some fun things that happened this weekend: Cute cousins came for dinner. All ate and were filled. And there was much rejoicing. Kid 4 changed his shirt so he could match Justin, who is beyond all the coolness
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Happy Valentine’s Day!

Valentine’s Day Menu There will be shrimp, stuffed mushrooms, lemonade, salad, Chocolate cake. Love’s grand.
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Storytelling and Links

There are as many ways to tell a story as there are stories to tell. You know, I like books. But I also like oral stories. And film. http://www.youtube.com/tellyawards?x=8wROsZqZvKo The link above tells the story of a young woman from Hong Kong who, when she was sixteen, joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day
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maybe it’s valentine’s time…

But whatever the reason, I’m getting all poetic lately. I can’t stop writing these swell little ditties. Sometimes they rhyme. (Don’t be frightened.) Sometimes they’re formal, like a haiku or a sonnet. Sometimes one shows up in my WIP, and I have to just leave it there, because it’s not time to edit yet. You
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Right Now

The house is quiet. Just the hum of the dryer and the snap of roasting potatoes in olive oil. Kids are playing in various other people’s domains. Snow total (can I call it that, when it’s nowhere near being finished?) approaching 20 inches for today. Canyon closed. Husband worked at home (in the quiet). Kind
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