tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11290247.post7678622813814508292..comments2022-10-14T21:34:07.549-04:00Comments on vivid just like you: eight-year-old museDenisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04795891854497157302noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11290247.post-39823861995069836492008-07-05T18:50:00.000-04:002008-07-05T18:50:00.000-04:00Hi previous anonymous commenter-- I wasn't sure ho...Hi previous anonymous commenter-- I wasn't sure how to read your statement, whether you were being genuine or sarcastic. Please get back to me sometime, if you get the chance.Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04795891854497157302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11290247.post-48724160999040246842008-07-05T18:26:00.000-04:002008-07-05T18:26:00.000-04:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11290247.post-52406176564402412772008-07-04T08:46:00.000-04:002008-07-04T08:46:00.000-04:00Projects-- summer is all about projects! I'm a lit...Projects-- summer is all about projects! I'm a little shocked he picked a cleaning project, but okay. <BR/><BR/>We'll get to the ugly b-word soon, I'm sure.<BR/><BR/>Greetings, Linda. Welcome!Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04795891854497157302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11290247.post-88726739924053532302008-07-04T02:18:00.000-04:002008-07-04T02:18:00.000-04:00Denise,My 9 year old goes from playing the guitar ...Denise,<BR/><BR/>My 9 year old goes from playing the guitar to bored and swimming in the pool with neighbors to bored and back to the guitar. But today i didn't want to make lunch, I just wanted to transplant that sweet hidden red budded wonder an old lady gave me, so i suggested Audrey and her cousin make a cafe and i'll be there customer. An hour later, plant in rich dirt, "Maggie, Mimi, and Mich" handed me a menu with appetizers, drinks, breakfasts, lunch and dinner items. Order pad, aprons, music on, robot sandwhiches and drinks wheeled over on the rolling chair. Happiness.<BR/><BR/>i like your writing and thanks for linking Great Bird.<BR/><BR/>Linda ButurianAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11290247.post-61505654438715981332008-07-03T18:15:00.000-04:002008-07-03T18:15:00.000-04:00having family is a wonderful gift in my life - and...having family is a wonderful gift in my life - and a revel in your joy of being a mom.Rock in the Grass (Pete Grassow)https://www.blogger.com/profile/16908394938958237614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11290247.post-54960159646745063332008-07-02T14:37:00.000-04:002008-07-02T14:37:00.000-04:00As he clogs around the porch in the downpour, his ...As he clogs around the porch in the downpour, his orange Crocs flying, it occurs to me I've not had a moment alone in this whole live-long day, and I read through my moments alone yesterday. <BR/><BR/>I grab the roll of duct tape, the blessed broom, and haul the dryer out from the wall. Please don't remind me how long I've been avoiding the dreaded dryer vent repair. I hate this task because it comes undone so easily. but there is more to life than reading. There's also laundry, so the boy will have a towel to dry off with. I push the dryer back to the wall. I find my water shoes and pass the closet door with a "thanks, broom." <BR/><BR/>Time to sing. It's a good hard rain.Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04795891854497157302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11290247.post-6295100933036901332008-07-02T13:49:00.000-04:002008-07-02T13:49:00.000-04:00When left to his own devices, the boy is thorough....When left to his own devices, the boy is thorough. He bows and says "thanks, broom" as he places the broom back in the closet. The salsa has passed and a storm cloud rolls in, so Singing in the Rain, it is.Denisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04795891854497157302noreply@blogger.com