Lake Ella in Tallahassee, Florida, is one of my favorite places to walk. I call this one, taken on a warm winter day, “January Done Right.”
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Lake Ella in Tallahassee, Florida, is one of my favorite places to walk. I call this one, taken on a warm winter day, “January Done Right.”
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What I’d give for a warm winter day!
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Studly and I have plenty of room. Grab Shirley and come on over.
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Oh that we could…I can’t fly. Tried it once, it all went horribly wrong. A curse I have to live with.
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Swim? Heh!
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Can’t swim either…my dear old mum thought it would make me deaf. As was entirely bonkers mind.
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My dad didn’t learn to swim until he joined the navy. His mom wouldn’t let him go swimming until he learned how. Catch-22 if ever I saw one.
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If the truth be told my mother was under the impression I might die from an overload of earwax! 100% true. She also kept my knife, fork and spoon (all silver despite their poorness) separately from the rest of the cutlery and (100% true) for fear of passing on her germs to me never once cuddled/kissed me etc. And people wonder why I’m a weirdo – in a good way, I stress!
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Oh! That breaks my heart. You’re amazingly sane. Makes you wonder about the whole nature/nurture argument. Of course you were loved, though–she cared about your well being even if it meant not being a cuddly mom.
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You would be amazed the things that woman did to keep her only child immortal. Let me just say my teenage /early twenties were a rather difficult time as I presumed that human beings didn’t touch each other!
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So if you live to be 100 we will know why.
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No fear of that!
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You’ll most likely outlive us all.
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It’s a nice photograph. I heartily approve of your title.
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We had one cold weekend. And now we’re back to this beautiful weather.
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