~Everett holds umbrella over Emil
as they make their way to the bus ~

With the pleasant weather we've had in the past week, my reading time has been limited to right before the lamp beside my bed goes out at night. Yesterday was cold and grey though, and today is rainy. This weather has created a farming disaster. Many in this area will not get a crop into the ground in time (if at all) to hope for a harvest.

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I laughed out loud at “hanging out--casual” here.
Thanks to Stacia, who provided the link.

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I receive some lovely mail from readers, and if it didn’t mean putting in a lot of tracking-down-permissions and copying-and-pasting time, I’d post more of them. Why don’t you guys hit the Comments link at the bottom of each entry a little more often? You know -- quit hiding your little lights under a bushel! Unless I am wrong, remarks such as the following (see below) might be interesting to other readers. Okay, they're interesting to me.

For instance, Mom’s dear friend Joanne responded to yesterday’s photo of Grandma Johnson’s vase:

Ah, seeing the vase brought back memories of the Johnson home and the good times we had there. We both had wondered if it ever crossed your mind that Edna was your age when she passed away ... what a young age! I don't see you looking like her BUT you move like her ... quickly and smartly!

To which I replied, Yeah but do I walk like I have a stick up my ass, as my soon-to-be ex-hubby says about the gait I apparently share with Dad, which we must have inherited from his mom?

And Claire, whom I have never met, could imagine unseen similarities to the women who went before us:

When I lived in Massachusetts, and husband worked in Salem, I always would look at places "witches" were burned and think, "There but for the grace of God, and time...it's me."

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