Families are all different. Members in one family are not identical either. This reading shows how two of our children had different sleep habits.
As a good mother, I got up early with the lark and stayed up late with the owl. No wonder I was tired most of the time. I was trying to burn my candle at both ends.
Are you a lark or an owl? I’ve changed over the years. I’m more of a lark these days.
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Snowsuits were handed down as our children grew. In this account from 1988 I tell about snowsuits that almost didn’t make it through to spring.
The expense of a new snowsuit wouldn’t have fit our budget, even if one could found for sale.
The eighties gave us many problems. Money was tight. I always say we hung onto our farm by the skin of our teeth. Sadly some of our friends lost farms.
We did our best, even patching a disintegrating snowsuit helped save money.
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When we were raising our young family, I figured it was a good thing we didn’t live in an apartment. Our pack of loud-mouths would have gotten us kicked out for disturbing the peace. On the farm they could make all the noise they wanted and they sure did.
This remembrance is a time when noisy kids almost cost me a speaking job.
Now, my home is too quiet, but I have memories that make me smile. I doubt if I was smiling when chaos was breaking out as I was trying to have an important phone conversation. Still, yelling at those noisy kids wouldn’t have made a good impression either.
As the world returns to near normal, I hope to have speaking opportunities again. Fingers crossed.
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Back in the 1980s, I had a washer that was giving up the ghost. This column tells how the old washer’s life ended and the new one began.
Odd that I came across this column at this time. Tomorrow a new washing machine is heading here. Fingers crossed that the exchange of the old for the new will go without a hitch.
I’ve been fighting to keep this one going for almost 2 years. It’s only ten years old but when the repairman came he said it couldn’t be fixed as the parts weren’t available–yet they continue to make that machine. Go figure.
No matter. It’s time for a change and I’m sure I’ll be fascinated with my new washing machine, too.
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