Sunday, August 30, 2015
Friday, August 28, 2015
We went out on Lake Grapevine with our friends, the Barlows. Everything was beautiful until the rope got stuck on the prop, melted onto it, we had no knife on board to cut it, finally called 911, then a boater stopped and had a small dull pocket knife, then I managed to swim under and saw off the ends of the rope, and we made it back in.
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Every single summer day Owen awoke with the sun ready to go. He'd drag me out of bed every morning. Now, just 3 days into the school year he sleeps in like a champ and I am dragging him out of bed every morning. Can someone explain psycho-somatic sleep?
Tuesday, August 25, 2015
Sometimes the strangest things evoke memories- I decided to go collect a few seeds for my basil plant. As I was doing it I immediately recalled collecting Marigold seeds in much the same way with my mother as a three or four-year-old in Michigan. Clear as day I could see us breaking apart the dried flower and putting the seeds into a plastic baggy.