Kate's Point of View

The Product of Creative Frustration

Floating Away

After weeks of rain and an incredibly rainy trip to Tennessee, I spot this very appropriate statue in downtown Knoxville.
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Salad

Mushrooms have sprouted all over our backyard as a result of all of the rain over the past weeks. I won’t do it, because Wonder Boy would put his foot down, but I am tempted to pick all of these suckers and make myself a salad!
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Travel … Not Always Fun

I love travel. I pride my role as a cheerleader for travel. But travel for work? Blech. I am traveling for five days over the next week. And then four the week following. And the places I’m going? Not glamourous. At all.

I’m sad of what I will miss over the next few days. Life is starting to happen in our front yard and it is beautiful.

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Seeking Quiet and Sleep

Right now I am desperate for much-needed sleep to fall upon me. I’ve been on steroids to get asthma under control. I am breathing better but I have terrible anxiety and am sleeping horribly. A day or two of that is fine. A week? No way.

Tomorrow is my last day on steroids and tomorrow I have no reason I can’t sleep in so I am going to try my hardest.

Only one thing stands in my way.

He looks cute and innocent. Don’t be fooled.

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Beast Versus Beast

This past weekend Wonder Boy and I hosted Easter lunch. My dad, two of my siblings and Songbird came over. We ate delicious black bean burgers from the local farmer’s market We had an indoor Easter Egg hunt, even though the youngest of us was 25.

A special guest at our festivities was Bruce (as in Springsteen), my sister’s 6-month-old (ish) Gooldendoodle. Bruce is a sweet dog who has yet to figure out that he’s huge.  Not surprisingly, as soon as Bruce walked into the house Addy hid away for the day. Biggie was a little more curious.

In the match-up between a 43-pound puppy and a 20-pound adult cat, my money was on the cat. But, aside from a few good swats from Biggie to Bruce, the two got along reasonably well.

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