Month: October 2015

What Would I Save?

Yesterday, I woke up to the sound of rain and a husband who may or may not have been cussing.  The words were indistinguishable, but the tone wasn’t.  Problem!  I opened the front door to darkness and the sound of rushing water.  The night before we got home late and parked the truck so that…

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Doing the Happy Friday Dance

It’s Friday and I’m so happy!  Friday is the only day of the week when I don’t have anything I have to leave the house to do.  No class to teach, no office to clean, and no grocery shopping job to do.  Just me and my choices.  What to do today?  Opportunity awaits.   I’m thinking a…

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I walk by this counter every day – multiple times a day.  The counter sits atop cabinets in the hallway.  There are cabinets above.  These cabinets provide valuable storage space for stuff that we actually use:  linens, computer and electronic essentials, paperwork that needs to be accessible, but out of sight, etc. The countertop –…

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Almost Midnight

It’s 11:35 p.m.  I must type fast or I’ll miss posting my five “get-rid-of” items for the dayA collection of old radio show CD’s that must have been a gift to my husband at some point.  He used to spend a lot of time driving and likes to listen to audio books.  This isn’t an…

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Is It Bedtime Yet?

I overslept. I forgot to charge my phone. I had no car to get to work. I was teaching my class and subbing for another teacher today.  Twice the kiddos. Lesson plan?  No, of course not. Thawed something for dinner?  Nope. Any clothing even remotely appropriate, clean, and ready to wear to class?  Can you guess…

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Day’s End

This Sunday is coming to a close. We had breakfast:  bacon, sausage, biscuits (from scratch, not that I’m bragging), eggs, and grits.  I didn’t do the dishes or clear the table for that matter because… daughter is home from college and had art homework to do so… being the supportive mother that I am, I…

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