Yesterday at church the teacher said, "Ladies, we're still in the hopper!" I turned to EdgyK and asked, "What's a hopper?" EdgyK laughed for twenty minutes straight and then refused to tell me what a hopper is. So annoying! Dh told me when I met back up with him, after church was over. So tell me. Do you know what a hopper* is? Because I sure didn't.
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Miss E has been making me nuts. Getting into everything, making huge messes everywhere, whining constantly. When is this phase over? And don't tell me age 5. DON'T. She has been hitting Ace less often, at least.
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Did I say I loved all the Jack Reacher novels? I take it back. I just read the newest one, Nothing to Lose, and it was dreadful. Awful. Horrible. Stupid. Highly NOT recommended.
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A few days ago I was driving to the grocery store (by myself!). I passed a small grove of deciduous trees. You don't see a ton of those trees here in Oregon, there always seem to be evergreens liberally sprinkled in among them. But this was a grove of just deciduous trees. It reminded me of my parents' town in upstate NY, which I called home for many years. Suddenly I missed New York so badly it hurt. I haven't been back for almost two full years, and I doubt it's going to happen anytime soon. It's so beautiful there, with the hills so close around you, like a big hug, and everything so green and alive. Oregon is green too, but it's not the same. My parents live in a house on five acres, on a quiet street. Nature is all around. My house is on a small plot on a busy street. Nature is miles away. I wonder if I will always feel that way about New York. If I someday move away from Oregon, will I begin to pine for evergreens?**
*In this context, it was apparently the second definition under "Mechanical Parts."
**Like I could resist such a fabulous pun. Puh-lease.
Image credit: Traveling Peter's Flickr. My parents live on a little road much like this one.