We waited all day for the rains to come. We watched them on radar west of Waco. Slowly they ebbed their way to our back porch. Came they did in a furry. Poor little Liesl was beside herself with the noise. Now, gone. Thunder in the distance and a trickle of falling moisture. I imagine it will measure out to be a half inch. I hoped for more. But, one should not look a gift rain cloud in the mouth. Thank you for our blessings when we receive them.
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A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. Lake living w/3 wirehair dachshunds (Oscar the ball boy, Bruno the larger twin, and sweet Sadie who is 5 years old) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than daily happenings and comments.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
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