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lately

lately

I had a wonderful talk with Beth the other night. I haven’t talked to her in so long, and I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed her. We were talking about lack of blogging, and we were both bemoaning the silence on our blogs recently. I think (and Beth agreed) it’s largely due to the fact that I don’t always get a chance to blog when it’s on my mind. I write so, so many blog posts in my head,…

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my mind always rambles in the dead of night

my mind always rambles in the dead of night

Here I am, sitting here in the dead of night. Somehow life just keeps going, as summer finally fades into fall. The humidity has dropped, and it’s very pleasant to be outside. My daily walks with Savannah are no longer a chore but a pleasure. Life is weird lately; I almost don’t know what to make of it. For the first time, I didn’t have the time of my life this summer. Normally our days are filled with travel and…

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a little idle talk of this and that

a little idle talk of this and that

This is the third time I’ve sat down to write a blog post. Recently, I’ve felt a bit stuck in the mud. I seem to go from emotional extremes (ecstatic to down in the dumps), and a lot of the time I feel like I’m a robot just moving from one thing to the other. I don’t know how to explain it well, so hopefully you get what I mean. I have this yearning to “go back”, but not sure…

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I’m still here

I’m still here

I’m alive. I didn’t intend to take a blogging break. I’ve been very busy this month! I finished Savannah’s scrapbook – it looks wonderful; I’m really pleased with how it turned out. We took a road trip up to Pennsylvania to see our friend Melissa who lives in Asia. We had a wonderful time with her, and we also got to see Jes on the way back to Atlanta. Today is Savannah’s first birthday party. My parents came up on…

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chick-fil-a stalker

chick-fil-a stalker

So recently a few weird things have been happening. The other day, I saw a plastic bag by the step at our carport door. Thinking it was a bag that I had used to clean out a bit of trash from the car, I ignored it. The next day, we were leaving and the bag was on top of the step. Paul said it wasn’t his, and I knew I hadn’t moved it, so I picked it up. Inside was…

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