To my morning-walking neighbor, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to rescue my blooming pear tree from it's disease, fruit rot, like you suggested last week. If only I had time to visit the fruit rot medicine store.
Something in this story about teaching the "anti-alcohol" message to 5th graders makes me sad; I'm much more inclined to follow the way of the Italians and let the kids sip wine at the dinner table. I'm just not sure abstinence education does anything but teach people to have an awkward and unhealthy relationship with whatever the thing is that is "forbidden". But, what do I know...
Savoring the feeling that my house is sometimes too quiet and too empty.
I should probably be filing my federal tax return right now.
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