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Entries from May 2004

Finally I’ll stop fighting with my husband

May 26th, 2004 · 1 Comment

I can’t get Ted to get dressed up. I think he looks nice in a shirt and tie. I’ve got these misty memories – and proof in a pile of photos somewhere – of Ted wearing white shirt and red tie, as we’re about to go on one of our first dates (to a dance?), […]

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Tags: marriage

Animal, vegetable, mineral, email

May 26th, 2004 · Comments Off on Animal, vegetable, mineral, email

Last night I took the girls to the symphony. The local county youth symphony. I heard about it from one of my homeschool yahoogroups: “free family entertainment”. Mozart, Mussorgsky, Pachelbel for free?! Hey, we’re going… Ted had already made a commitment to help a friend so I took the girls by myself. A bit of […]

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Tags: music

Daylilies

May 26th, 2004 · Comments Off on Daylilies

The daylilies are beginning to bloom here. Their name comes from the fact that each flower lasts only one day. So the ones I captured yesterday with my camera are gone. But new ones are opening today.

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Tags: gardening

The two worst days of his life: Sudan’s Lost Boys in Seattle

May 26th, 2004 · Comments Off on The two worst days of his life: Sudan’s Lost Boys in Seattle

I am grateful for Jim Moore, and for his compassion and care for Sudan. I confess though that I feel I need to educate myself and learn more about the situation there. I want to care but as my days disappear, I am failing to take the time to study and learn. The sun rises, […]

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Tags: news

“Who said you had to be only one or the other?”

May 26th, 2004 · Comments Off on “Who said you had to be only one or the other?”

What Joey deVilla wrote in Almost 30 years later and I still don’t belong woke me up this morning – with tears. I can’t say I’ve had Joey’s experiences or anything like them. But there’s something in the stories he shared, something that I feel I understand a little from my life, somewhere inside me. […]

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Tags: culture