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Puttering

I'm roasting some dinner putting things away potatoes in the oven meats on the way peaches in a big dish cinnamon and sugar mail on the table towels to be folded I'm wiping the counters putting away the dishes thinkng about ice tea and maybe watermelon I'm counting how many will sit around the table how many will be late from work and miss the conversation I'm sitting on the steps outside throwing the ball to Redd and on the air I smell the dinner I wish I was eating instead.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/13/2009 7:41:00 AM
Its always such a luxury to be home in my own house.
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Date: 8/12/2009 4:51:00 PM
Delightful read, Veronica. So much work goes into putting together the type of meal you describe. And then you are left to wonder how many will share, who will be late, and how much they will appreciate your efforts. Love the way you describe smelling the dinner you wish you were "eating instead." Sometimes I nibble as I go along. I know, it's cheating, but I can't help it. Happy Friendship Week, Veronica! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 8/12/2009 2:14:00 PM
I had verses on inner city gang wars too. They did good work. (Your work above is very warm and loving!) Light & Love
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