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Lately I've been thinking thoughts about life and family and hobbies and this and that. This happens when the seasons change. It gets one to thinking about all sorts of things. The leaves start doing different things: changing colors, or budding in little green sprigs, falling off the trees or dancing in summer storms. That gets rumbly tumbly thoughts spinning about my brain.
I think about the baby that still hasn't come. The house we haven't built or bought and whether or not we will ever move. Some days I feel as though I'm counting the days until we move, but then other days I think it sure is swell here. I think about whether or not I'm doing a good job teaching. I worry about not putting enough effort into Interact Club.
I think about my husband and how utterly amazing he is. This leads me into thinking about how lucky I am to have such a great husband. I think about Jakob. I worry about him too.
I ponder the cats and their clawing of the furniture. I wonder what I can do to entice them to stop sharpening their claws on the leather recliner. I think about the dogs, and how they have destroyed my pumpkin patch.
What do you think about when the seasons change?