Thank you, Jay. I did start my day off knowing I’d be needed. Feels good believing I can be a source of encouragement for others. Hope your night is going well.
A better driveway. Got any extra rocks in your pockets? Sure could use some, ya know. And I didn’t call you because I’m the boss. Don’t need another one *chuckles*
…blink….blink…blink… *drops my plate of sandwiches* Fine. You don’t get any of my rocks, Poet. You can be the boss. You know I prefer that, I just, well…wanna watch you be the boss. And watch a guy use a backhoe… *swoons*
*on floor eating sandwiches* I was starving. What’s a poet gotta do to be fed around these parts? Did I come across as bossy? Oops.. No, forget that, I am the boss!! *backhoe knows how to swoon too* *sticks tongue out at you*
*giggles so much* Satisfying to see you with such a great appetite, Poet. Well, to start, one doesn’t decide not to call the sweet lady down the road when doing things with heavy road equipment, that’s where I’d start. Yes, you did, Sir, but you’re in luck, I liked it. Check it out, the backhoe guys a flirt, Jay. *winks and shows her dimples*
While your here, would you be so kind as to bring me a shot of whiskey? I can’t seem to reach up to the top shelf tonight. Or could it be I just want to watch you over extend yourself? Good question
Of course, happy to oblige, Jay. *scooting you back a piece* Begins reaching for the shot glass* who put those up there? *tip… Tip… TIP …TIP TOES* got it! Now….for the whiskey! Why the bottom shelf?
I enjoy the things on the bottom shelf. Most folks never notice the down of a room. They always look at the pictures and lamps. And thank you so much for adding more to look at on the bottom shelf. *smiling*
Good evening, Monsieur. Yes, we truly do have palm trees here. I live as far south as one can get without falling into the gulf. Less than two miles from the water. Our landscaping is entirely tropical. Come…I’ll show you. Wink. Seriously, for the first, I don’t know, three years I woke up driving to work feeling like I was on vacation. The humidity here is similar to what you feel in the tropics. Although the area I live in leans towards the Italian eye in architecture, we are very much so a palm tree community. You would love it. The best of both worlds, I think. The marinas are gorgeous and so are the many fresh water bayous in our southern location. Now, if you were to fly into Houston via George Bush Intercontinental then you’ll walk out into what could be your backyard. It is quite woodsy and absolutely gorgeous. It reminds me of traveling to my grandmother’s house in Hayward, WI. Central Houston is a concrete jungle, but as you travel south it turns into paradise. You have to remember, I am 20 minutes away from Galveston Island. We live like islanders here and the weather is nice, if you can stand the heat. Seriously, Monsieur…have you not been listening to me talk about my part of the world? Of course, we have palm trees…pay attention or I’ll tie you to one. Giggle. You know I adore you. Hugs!
I have an old Glen Campbell song playing in my head now. Yes, I am sure it is very tropical. Hmm I am not sure I knew about your grandmother’s place. It is beautiful there. And yes, I have been listening to you. I just get distracted.
What is it with Glen Campbell songs, men and Galveston. You make me laugh. Sing it for me, please. Yeah, I mentioned it moons ago, but it is likely you became distracted, as you’ve stated so sweetly. She, my mother’s side of the family, all live there. I know my way around loggers. My uncles are rather famous in those parts. I’m glad you’re listening. Just have to figure out a way to rid your distractions, Sir. ♡
Sounds like a Bob Segar song “Woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from 1962. Ain’t it funny how the night moves.”
Like trying to avoid a guy dressed in black with motorcycle boots who has sworn to kill me. He took a swing in gym and I ducked. He hit the louvers in the locker. Maybe ten stitches. On his way out he declared he would spit on my grave. (I subbed spit of another word) Never caught me though.
Oh, good grief! He sounds horrible. What’d you have against bikers? 😉 Thrilled you were quick on your feet. Did you steal his girl? Or where you found breathing funny? That’s usually the case…bullies often smell successful men.
I was in high school and he wasn’t really a biker. he was a greaser (we called them) and I was a prep. He and i played football together and I tackled him in a hurtful way. (fair way I might add) He wanted to get even.
It is finally sunny today in Houston. It was a sunrise already nearly up and glowing over the clouds…as I toyed with the picture a bit. 😉 Twas still early, but not early enough for the exact colors to be expressed.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Beyond beautiful…
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Thank you, Love ♡
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The tiltle almost had me blushing!
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I need to work harder then… Thank you!
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Very beautiful sunrise, Audrey. Hope you felt it giving you warmth and purpose.
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Thank you, Jay. I did start my day off knowing I’d be needed. Feels good believing I can be a source of encouragement for others. Hope your night is going well.
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My night is going smoothly. And you’ll be pleased to know the operation was a success.
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There was an operation today? Tell me more, please.
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I had 2 inches removed
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Ummm….hair, fingernails or…beard?
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Dirt. It was quite an operation with a backhoe
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And you didn’t call me to come watch?! I miss all the fun. What are you digging for?
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A better driveway. Got any extra rocks in your pockets? Sure could use some, ya know. And I didn’t call you because I’m the boss. Don’t need another one *chuckles*
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…blink….blink…blink… *drops my plate of sandwiches* Fine. You don’t get any of my rocks, Poet. You can be the boss. You know I prefer that, I just, well…wanna watch you be the boss. And watch a guy use a backhoe… *swoons*
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*on floor eating sandwiches* I was starving. What’s a poet gotta do to be fed around these parts? Did I come across as bossy? Oops.. No, forget that, I am the boss!! *backhoe knows how to swoon too* *sticks tongue out at you*
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*giggles so much* Satisfying to see you with such a great appetite, Poet. Well, to start, one doesn’t decide not to call the sweet lady down the road when doing things with heavy road equipment, that’s where I’d start. Yes, you did, Sir, but you’re in luck, I liked it. Check it out, the backhoe guys a flirt, Jay. *winks and shows her dimples*
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Great! You best be careful. He’ll lift you up to new heights, then dump you hard on the ground. Just sayin’
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Can I get that in writing? Who ya gotta know to get that in a promise note? Maybe somewhere in the fine writing… *looks for blueprints*
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Blueprints? Writing? If it ain’t in the heart it ain’t worth a damn ma’am
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I believe every word you say, Cowboy. Your word is gold here after all. This driveway gonna be paved in gold?
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Nope. Don’t care for fancy things nor flashy decor. I like simple and beautiful
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How random. I agree, wholeheartedly.
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Wow! You agreed? Are you feeling alright? Random? Oh it was wasn’t it
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Got this pain in my wrist, if you truly wanna know. An old tennis injury has come back a callin’.
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*ouch* damn you!
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*looks about* You okay?
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Just a slight discomfort. I shall be fine. But thank you ma’am for askin’
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*pats your leg* You keep up the hard work…I’ll be thinkin’ of ya.
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While your here, would you be so kind as to bring me a shot of whiskey? I can’t seem to reach up to the top shelf tonight. Or could it be I just want to watch you over extend yourself? Good question
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Of course, happy to oblige, Jay. *scooting you back a piece* Begins reaching for the shot glass* who put those up there? *tip… Tip… TIP …TIP TOES* got it! Now….for the whiskey! Why the bottom shelf?
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I enjoy the things on the bottom shelf. Most folks never notice the down of a room. They always look at the pictures and lamps. And thank you so much for adding more to look at on the bottom shelf. *smiling*
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*whips around* Knew it! Opens the whiskey and pours you some. Drink up, Poet. I gotta put the whiskey back now..
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Please, take your time. I’ll sip slow and enjoy the view, out the window
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*jumps up and stands on the kitchen sink blocking your view*
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My plan worked. Love how the sun rays flow through your sheer white blouse. *grins*
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*smacks her head* I should have saw that coming!!!! *Begins throwing plates* *laughing so hard* Damnit!
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Your welcome 🙂 Hey!… This ain’t a greek restaurant
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*watches them float through the air* Only thing a paper plate is good for, ya know?! *jumps off the counter* Now what?
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I need another shot of whiskey. Would you mind getting the bottle again?
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Ice?
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That would be nice. Just bring the tray
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So no longer just filling your glass to the sniff level, huh? Or do you have plans for that ice?
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Big plans, hot candle wax and
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Goodnight, Jay… *hand over your mouth* Time to go outside…
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Let’s go, now!!
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Do you have palm trees in H? Really?
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Good evening, Monsieur. Yes, we truly do have palm trees here. I live as far south as one can get without falling into the gulf. Less than two miles from the water. Our landscaping is entirely tropical. Come…I’ll show you. Wink. Seriously, for the first, I don’t know, three years I woke up driving to work feeling like I was on vacation. The humidity here is similar to what you feel in the tropics. Although the area I live in leans towards the Italian eye in architecture, we are very much so a palm tree community. You would love it. The best of both worlds, I think. The marinas are gorgeous and so are the many fresh water bayous in our southern location. Now, if you were to fly into Houston via George Bush Intercontinental then you’ll walk out into what could be your backyard. It is quite woodsy and absolutely gorgeous. It reminds me of traveling to my grandmother’s house in Hayward, WI. Central Houston is a concrete jungle, but as you travel south it turns into paradise. You have to remember, I am 20 minutes away from Galveston Island. We live like islanders here and the weather is nice, if you can stand the heat. Seriously, Monsieur…have you not been listening to me talk about my part of the world? Of course, we have palm trees…pay attention or I’ll tie you to one. Giggle. You know I adore you. Hugs!
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I have an old Glen Campbell song playing in my head now. Yes, I am sure it is very tropical. Hmm I am not sure I knew about your grandmother’s place. It is beautiful there. And yes, I have been listening to you. I just get distracted.
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What is it with Glen Campbell songs, men and Galveston. You make me laugh. Sing it for me, please. Yeah, I mentioned it moons ago, but it is likely you became distracted, as you’ve stated so sweetly. She, my mother’s side of the family, all live there. I know my way around loggers. My uncles are rather famous in those parts. I’m glad you’re listening. Just have to figure out a way to rid your distractions, Sir. ♡
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Is that the view from your window? Fabulous!
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No…not my window. But not far, you know. Thank you!
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You have a knack for finding beautiful places, you know.
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I didn’t have to look far, Duketh. Giggle. Thank you…I like beautiful places.
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Of course, it could be a battlefield, too.
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See……there’s that sigh 🙂
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….happens, ya know. 😉
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♥
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♡♡ Love ya
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XO sweetie
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I’m guessing sunrise this time. Right? Looks like maybe you’re due for some sunny skies to dry up all that excess rainwater!
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Sun rose beautifully this morning, Debbie! So thankful. Hoping for more of the same, for sure.
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Awesome!!!
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Hi, Wendell. Thank you so much!!
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A beautiful glow to be embraced in 🙂
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Yes, it felt amazing, Gus. Honestly. You would have thought so, as well. 😉
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Beautiful!
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Nice one. Don’t forget a towel.
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Ha. Yes, John. The sun came up today. 🙂
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Excellent
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And…..clouds again.
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Raining right now here.
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Here, as well…woke up to lots of thunder.
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Sounds like a Bob Segar song “Woke last night to the sound of thunder. How far off I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from 1962. Ain’t it funny how the night moves.”
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Great tune!
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Always like it. Reminded me of growing up in Detroit.
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Detroit…I had no idea.
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Yup. Went to Frank Cody high. (bad place)
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Sounds vicious.
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Four stories. Looked like a maximum level prison.
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Wonderful childhood memories 😉
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Like trying to avoid a guy dressed in black with motorcycle boots who has sworn to kill me. He took a swing in gym and I ducked. He hit the louvers in the locker. Maybe ten stitches. On his way out he declared he would spit on my grave. (I subbed spit of another word) Never caught me though.
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Oh, good grief! He sounds horrible. What’d you have against bikers? 😉 Thrilled you were quick on your feet. Did you steal his girl? Or where you found breathing funny? That’s usually the case…bullies often smell successful men.
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I was in high school and he wasn’t really a biker. he was a greaser (we called them) and I was a prep. He and i played football together and I tackled him in a hurtful way. (fair way I might add) He wanted to get even.
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I always rooted for the prep. Especially the sporty, smart and kind ones. You’re a keeper.
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Is that a sunset or sunrise?
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It is finally sunny today in Houston. It was a sunrise already nearly up and glowing over the clouds…as I toyed with the picture a bit. 😉 Twas still early, but not early enough for the exact colors to be expressed.
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Thank you. Did I tell you I flew over Houston four times? 😀
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Yes, you did! And you didn’t stop once… 😉
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