ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
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Dear Sunday Letter friends,
How on earth is it already the end of March? Time seems to be playing a trick on me. Last week was a hazy, busy blur, in part because we were dog-sitting Gracie’s half-brother, Lucky, while his people were away on spring break. Lucky is no trouble whatsoever. Gracie is the energizer bunny in the group.
It was #TeamSchnauzer, all week. Fun and entertaining, a spring break camp for pups.
For real, who thinks Gracie is part rabbit?
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Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Last week marked the one-year anniversary of when life shifted, thanks (no thanks) to Covid. For about two months, I marked the days on my chalkboard. When I realized normal would look different for a while, I stopped counting and starting adjusting. Sometimes, oftentimes, attitude adds much to circumstance, good or bad.
Looking back, I realize so much has changed . I wonder which changes are permanent? I wonder what I’ve learned, what I no longer need, what positive has come from this? When we come out on the other side, what habits and ideas and opinions will forever be changed?
A friend recently said, 2021 probably isn’t the year to donate clothing not worn last year. I’ve begun to wonder whether I need so much stuff to begin with. Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Another week has come and gone. Just like Steve Miller said, time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future. Crazy fast in my opinion.
Only 13 days until spring. I’m counting down, that’s for sure.
Knock knock… lettuce in, spring. 😊
