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So, life is busy here through the holiday season. How ’bout by you?
On my way to an appointment last Friday, it was raining, which was good, because we haven’t had any precipitation in quite a while. Just a light, steady rain. Nothing stormy.
I needed to drive fifteen miles to get to my destination, and I had no idea that just a few miles could make such a huge difference in weather patterns here in Illinois.
So, this happened over the weekend. 👇
I took the above photo on Sunday.
Shh, listen. Can you hear that? It sounds like a babbling brook.
The nearest creek is six blocks away, yet the trickling sounds like a stream circling the entire house.
I follow my ears to find where this is coming from.
If you’re bored, come live where I live. There’s never a dull moment.
Just a quick little post.
I woke up on Monday morning (yesterday) feeling very disoriented. Why?
Take a look at the photo below that I posted as my header back in January.
Good morning, afternoon or evening, for whichever time you read this post.
I had a brief and serene blog post scheduled for today, but then something happened. . .
First of all, after a trial run of three posts, I’ve given up on two-hundred-word Tuesday. I’ve learned that I’m not a women of few words. I rarely go beyond 500 words anyway.
Okay, onto my topic.
How is your 2018 going so far? I hope it’s superb and gets even better. I like that word “superb.” Don’t recall ever using it before.
I’m waiting for the PROOF of my paperback novel, Whit’s End, to make sure it all looks good. I can’t wait to share it. For now, I’ll tell you a little about my winter experience from over the weekend.
Even after many years living in the south, I still didn’t forget what it was like to live in the great white north. Except, some little things did slip my mind. There have also been new developments that I’ve needed to learn.
I know by January I will be sick and tired of this, but I feel like a kid seeing snow for the first time. It’s been 27 years, so please indulge me for now.
This is the first time in twenty-five years of living in Florida, that I heard the local media describe the weather as rainy and raw.
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