Family
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Behind the Puddle | September Evenings
I love September evenings like this. The air finally has enough chill in it to make a small fire feel inviting, but not so much that you are ready to retreat indoors. There is something about sitting outside under a blanket, watching the little flames flicker against the growing dark, that makes the whole day… Continue reading
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Outsidesy not Outdoorsy
Sunday’s adventure trying to scale the slight elevation along the side of Saylorville Lake definitely reaffirmed something I have suspected for a long time. I am an outsidesy person, but I am definitely not an outdoorsy person. I love being outside. I love sitting beside the puddle, walking through the neighborhood, putting my feet in… Continue reading
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Be It Known That
Yesterday my mom gave me something she had found while sorting through photographs and keepsakes. It was a plaque from my dad’s belongings, a Ford certification recognizing Dick Neal as an active member of the Certified Training Program and a Registered Technician. I remember only two places where my dad worked during the seven short… Continue reading
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Everybody Found Their Place
Harper brought her blanket outside again this morning. Not a little dog blanket conveniently sized for carrying around, but the king-sized bed blanket she has somehow decided belongs to her. Apparently if Harper is going to spend the morning on the patio, there are certain accommodations she expects. But this morning she had something else… Continue reading
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Sunday Night
Nothing extraordinary needed to happen next. The feeders grew quiet, the visitors went home, and the light slowly disappeared behind the trees. We sat beside the fire together beneath a sliver of moon, letting a beautiful weekend say goodnight. Sometimes a reset isn’t beginning again. Sometimes it is simply ending the day knowing that, for… Continue reading
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Go Home
For the love of everything holy. This morning, the girls and I loaded up and started our drive to Iowa Falls for my third infusion. We didn’t get very far. My car told me the back passenger tire was down to 18 pounds of pressure. Annoying, certainly, but manageable, or at least that was what… Continue reading
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The Things They Notice
Monday mornings have a little tradition around here. During the school year, late-start Mondays often meant a little walk down to the inlet of the puddle. Hollyn especially loved going, so with her here visiting, it seemed only right that we make our way down there again this morning. But something was different this time.… Continue reading
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Behind the Puddle Takes a Field Trip
Well, Behind the Puddle went looking for another puddle today. Apparently, we underestimated Lake Red Rock. By quite a bit. We discovered pretty quickly that finding a simple place near Monroe where Grandma, Hollyn and the wheelchair could wander down and explore near the water wasn’t nearly as easy as I had imagined. We eventually… Continue reading
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