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Lloyd hates that cat.

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Today was a long day. Our summer program starts up next week and we’re having church together as a Center tomorrow night and I had some time-management problems, so it was a late evening. The evening conspired to make itself later.

Lloyd had a dinner to go to in Lincoln so I went to the Runza drive-thru and sat there for.eh.ver while the car ahead of me waited for their order to arrive. (They must have had some specialty items. “A large order of french fries made out of only long fries, please. Nor shorties or I’m not paying.”‘

Then I pulled over because a large flock of big hawk/raven/death birds were circling, and if it was a harbinger of doom, I wanted a photo.

Swirling as they swarm.

Then there was traffic, so I overshot my regular turn and came to the house from the north. If I had gone the normal way I would have missed the broken branch from the tree in the ‘park’ by our house.

I think carpenter ants and some random gust of wind are to blame. I went over to take pictures, and some neighbors got out of their car and we started talking about how lucky they were that they weren’t parked there when it happened.

Then P.B. walked up.

What the what?

I looked at her, did a double-take and said, “I… I think that’s my cat,” which must have made me sound drunk, then I scooped her up and walked back to the house. Apparently she got out when Lloyd left the house this morning, and no amount of coaxing would get her back inside.

Well, 13 hours did it. I’m glad she didn’t r-u-n-n-o-f-t.

Lauren out.

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The past couple of weeks have been kind of busy, and I’ve soooo looking forward Thursday night, when I didn’t have anything going on. Just a night of watching television and perhaps zonking out on the couch.

As I write this, I have just gotten up to get a drink of water, and I’m going back to the couch.

What recharges your batteries?

Lauren out.

Advice for Future Lauren

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Dear Lauren,

When the ice maker is broken and you can’t get the wire switch-thingy back in its spot, it’s a little white circle about half an inch in and two inches down. Feel for it with your finger, try to thread the wire end into it, try again, try again, and when you start cursing, have Lloyd fix it.

I used the camera because my head wouldn't crane that far.

Oh, next year when you make the DVDs for the children, first movie is by dragging the child’s iPhoto folder into the box on the right. You forget that every year.

Drag it to the one on the right.

Ta-Da! Now click on it and add music.

I think that’s it for now. Over and out.

No more door waterfall for us!

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This was a pleasantly balanced weekend – a good mix of being busy and sitting around. I got some house things done, Lloyd and I did some ‘dreaming about how to build the new CDC if it someday happens’ (He did all the good dreaming. You can see some inspiration here and add to it if you like.) Most importantly, though, he cleaned the gutters.

I can’t remember the last time we cleaned them. We almost didn’t get it done this weekend, due to a sneaky nap on Saturday and rainy skies on Sunday. But the rain stopped and we weren’t sleepy. (I say ‘we’ because that wheelbarrow doesn’t move itself, y’know.)

There was a fair amount of sludge in the actual gutters, and Lloyd said, “I don’t know if these gutter guards are even worth it. Maybe I won’t put them back on.”

I responded, “Are you kidding? They’re worth it just for catching those maple seeds.”

So pretty - how could they cause so much trouble?

He agreed, for I am always right.

I couldn't capture the swirling.

I’m no commoner.

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The only acceptable answer to a college student who asks if you might have a tiara they could borrow for a skit?

“Of course I do.”

The disdainful look is optional.