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Snow Fun. Snow Fun at All.
Well that sucked.
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On Camping, Cuttings, and those piles of Trump flags in dumpsters like Nazi uniforms in Berlin alleys, 1945…
On Elections and Dishwashers
I’m tapped out on many fronts over here: all three girls went to in-person school (pre-K through 9th grade- what a spread! Am I conflicted about it? Yes. Did they absolutely need it? Also yes.), I have a rocking double ear infection, and my husband was on quarantine because he was sick and couldn’t go into work until he got a negative covid test. (He did on Thursday, it was just a cold.) Oh yeah, and the dishwasher broke!
But my first shift as an election judge was also this week and went well; I actually had a really good time doing it too.
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Camping, Dia de los Muertos, and Our Adorable Dystopia
It’s somehow October- and the year is both going by faster and slower then I ever thought possible. Can we PLEASE just get to January 20th already? Fun fact- that just reminded me that I texted all my friends the REM song “Its the End of the World” on that date in 2016. I was TRYING to be funny. Little did I know.
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The Texas Garden and Backyard Chickens in September
Nice weather is HERE!
I am typing this with the windows open and a 64 degree breeze blowing through the room; it’s heaven. I imagine this relief of the oppression of the hardest to endure season is the same northerners have at the arrival of Spring.
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A Birthday, My Morbid Hobby, and Castroville
It’s my very favorite kind of blogging right now- I am snuggled up in bed typing as it rains and rains and rains outside- heaven! Also- thank god it’s raining… we’ve gone entire summers without rain before so this is a real treat. Only thing is we must not have shut the coop last night as there are some SOAKING wet chickens out there who are too stupid to get out of the rain. At least they’re clean. On to the actual purpose of the post.
This past week I turned 41, we went back to Castroville, and I got to nose around a cemetery again.
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