Monthly Archives: April 2006

blowout – part 6

This morning our Florence Nightingale flew back to Denver. Thanks, Quinn! I love you too! Mauri!

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blowout – part 5

All’s well here at 514. Last night at 10:30 I said to Quinn that maybe she was ready to head upstairs to bed, since at home it is 11:30. She said, “Right now, this is my home.” You can probably … Continue reading

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blowout – part 4

Look who came from Denver to take care of her mOm and Mauri. She brought Chicken Little bandaids from Cassidy for Gum (grandpamauri). My surgery went well. In at 10 and home by 3! So I plan to sit back … Continue reading

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blowout – part 3

After a long day of waiting, answering questions, being tested for this and that, signing releases, looking at x-rays, and talking to the surgeon–we could come home and eat our Pogy subs. We learned that both the tibia and the … Continue reading

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blowout – part 2

Lazy sort that I am, I’ve been telling and replying well-wishers to check our website for updates. I realize this method of communication removes the personal touch but this might be a forgivable offense under the circumstances. I’ll see an … Continue reading

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blowout

What else would we want to do with a beautiful, sunny Saturday than take a tandem ride? We rode around town a little bit, through the university, then decided to tackle a first-of-the-season hill. Mauri kicked it down a gear … Continue reading

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blended

Nearly every day I find some reason to be thankful for our blended family. Today’s reminder came in the form of this picture I found as part of a growing collection in my iPhoto library. I took it of our … Continue reading

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old friends…

Words & music by paul simon Old friends, Old friends Sat on their park bench Like bookends. A newspaper blown though the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes Of the old friends. Old friends, Winter companions, … Continue reading

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i know that my redeemer lives

A hymn written in 1757 by Samuel Medley, we sang it together yesterday – but only four verses. Here are all eight. I know that my Redeemer lives; What comfort this sweet sentence gives! He lives, He lives, who once … Continue reading

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Christ is risen!

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