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Archive for August, 2008

It’s 6:34 Thursday evening. Exactly one week ago at this time, I was sorting tools. It takes a ton of stuff to get everything done and it all gets jumbled by the end of the week. I had unloaded the truck and had everything spread out, making piles as I went: things with purple marks [...]

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The cheery wake-up music is gone and Tom’s Good-bye playlist is going strong when I finish packing up my stuff. No Plan B today, he’s off to the office and I am on my own. The kids will stagger over to the house in ones and twos as they can get a way and get a ride and [...]

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It always seems to me that during the first part of a trip/vacation/journey, it seems like you have all the time in the world. Then, all of the sudden, it’s almost time to go and you have no idea where the days went. After my ’stick me with a fork, ’cause I’m totally done’ day [...]

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Not enough minutes in the hours and not enough hours in the day. It was after midnight by the time Tom, Dave and I finished up.  What takes so long you ask? Well, as long as you asked, after dinner time goes something like this. Long after the kids have left the dining room, Janis, [...]

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Tom had stressed emphatically that the projects are to be done by the kids. The adults are to supervise, demonstrate, instruct but NOT do the projects and use the kids as assistants. Clearly understanding the purpose, but also clearly understanding that there was a VERY limited number of adults (3), that there were multiple physical [...]

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Why did we only get 7 minutes of sleep? was the first question I asked myself when the music started. It had really been closer to 5 1/2  hours, but still, I’m not a teenager any more and haven’t been for nearly 4 decades and yesterday had been over 20 hours of constant on the [...]

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Service over, we all headed to the church basement for the much anticipated lunch. Dave Koller, the other adult volunteer, my partner in crime, the Robin to my Batman, Garfunkle to my Simon, or as he referred to himself, Plan B, had been telling me all week about THE LUNCH. A couple local women who [...]

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