Hanging @ the Space Bar is the news column of Lyndie Blevins. The Sage Space Bar is the diner on the square in Sage. Between the domino game in the back and coffee bar up front, you can hear opinions about most major topics being discussed. It is a great place to stretch your imagination, especially since they've added WiFi! This is the...
Hanging @ the Space Bar is the news column of Lyndie Blevins. The Sage Space Bar is the diner on the square in Sage. Between the domino game in the back and coffee bar up front, you can hear opinions about most major topics being discussed. It is a great place to stretch your imagination, especially since they've added WiFi! This is the backdrop for Lyndie Blevins' column in the Record.
I'm excited to start a new journey with Ann Voskamp and the the 'waymaker' in her new book, WayMaker. Ann has belessed my soul many times with her words and I know this message will, too. #waymakerbook @AnnVoscamp
THis is what I heard when I went tocheck the bird seed this Sunday.
Paula Peckham writes Romance - Both Historical and Comtemporary Fiction
VIist her page in My Authors You Should Know section
Celebrating Public School Week with my four public schools. These are current photos of the schools.
When I attended (1) Central Elementary - it was The Elementary School. This building was the entire school for my Dad, from eighth - twefth grade and for my Mom in her senior year.
Another sign of the strange times we live in, celebrating a day of numbers. You would think we might need to get out more, Oh, but then that is true.
Still it i is hard to believe we are 22 years into this century. The strange gift of being born in the middle of a cneture is expercing two centuries.
Today was a snow day, a day we were well prepared for. But it rained and sleeted the night before, so the roads and driveways were dangerous.
Thank you for sharing your dream with all of us and bringing light to the world.
After a blistery hot spring and summer, it finally feels like fall here.
A few years ago, on a road trip thought the Hill country, I drove through Dublin, the home of Dr Pepper. When I saw this statue, I had to stop and take a photo. Dr Pepper was a mainstay our home. While we always had enough that we weren’t faced with ‘sharing’ a bottle, this still reminds me of those days with my Dad.
In one of my last years of working, my organization held a barbecue luncheon to honor Juneteenth.
One of the great privileges of my career was hearing my co-workers share with me the traditions their families.
The burrow is calling...
Too much sun in my face.
Back to the taxes...
Starting some new training...
One foot in front of another.
Sad. My Last night of teaching 6 yr olds for this study.
Wiped out after the reunion.
