It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.
Saturday we packed up the garage (with help). Dusty, dirty, and exhausting. Sunday we attended and then hosted a farewell party for our Ukrainian roommate, who is going back to Ukraine despite all our protests. Yes, two separate gatherings. Heart wrenching. This morning, we visited our new apartment building to get set up with a […]
In my interesting years as a youth, i did just that!
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Lol. Come to think of it, my daughter did too.
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Lol
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Love this, lol😁
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Thanks, lol.
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It’s so true😁
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Ha ha ha! I know my line the next time my husband suggests breakfast in bed!
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Lol…
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LOL! 😀
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