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  Out to Eat With “The Cool Kids”   My husband, Mike, and I attended the same high school. We graduated the same year. We knew many of the same people.  Some of our fellow students were “cool kids.” Some of the “cool kids” were friends of mine, though I never was what I would call “cool.”  Mike says he wasn’t one of the cool kids either.    Not being one of the “cool kids” didn’t matter to us. Though the two of us never dated each other in school or even traveled much in the same social circles back then, we were both people who pretty much accepted ourselves for who we were. We were alike in that way.   Then, this past April, we married.  I’ll put a link in at the bottom of this post about our wedding.   We bought a house and moved to Inverness. Our house is on the Tsala Apopka Chain of Lakes. We are loving it!    ü   The view is beautiful. ü    I’m learning to really fish. (Not just throw a line in the water with a ...

  It’s Called Fishin’   My first memory of fishing was with my grandpa and grandma in a pond on their farm. I was seven years old. I remember the cane pole and line with a worm on the end. I remember the little red and white bobber I watched patiently until it ducked under and I jerked the pole to catch my first fish.   I didn’t really fish again until my family moved to Florida. My mom and dad both loved to fish the lake where we lived in a little town called Lutz.  On occasion, especially if we had friends or family visiting from the north, we joined a charter boat out of Tarpon Springs to go deep sea fishing. That was fun, but I was a teenager by then and found the boat ride, sun, and tan Greek boys about my age more entertaining than dropping a line in the water.    My late husband, Tom, liked to fish but he enjoyed water skiing more. I tried my hand at fishing a few times at his family’s lake house using a Zebco reel and a rod Tom gave me. I never...

One Teaspoon at a Time Ever play the game “telephone” or “gossip” where one person whispers a sentence to another person next to him or her and it goes around a circle? In the end, the sentence is generally distorted. It’s fun to see how the words or meaning change. This post may be a bit like that game.   My father told me a story once about a conversation between Churchill and Stalin. That was long before the internet. I can’t find any reference to it at all. But the story has guided me through many daunting tasks in life. So, in the spirit of trying to pass on a bit of good advice, I’m sharing it here.   As the story goes, Churchill and Stalin met. They were walking by a pool of water left from a fountain. Stalin purportedly challenged the Prime Minister of England by saying, “You are such a small country. How do you propose to win such a big war?”   Churchill sat down by the pool and pulled out a teaspoon. (I guess tea drinkers carry their own spoons…uh…back to the st...

Plodding Along at a Gallop  It is Tuesday evening. It has been a busy week. I should be going to bed, but here I sit trying to create a blog post. For tomorrow. Yes, I said tomorrow. It’s not that I don’t have plenty to write about. As I said, it has been a busy week.   This is the first week since the wedding I have been back in Ohio to see my family here. I arrived a week ago and Mike joined me on Friday. It has been a good week.   We were able to time our visit so that we could celebrate my grandson’s graduation with family and friends.  We took the opportunity to go to my youngest daughter’s house and see the progress she and her husband have made on their remodeling (read: rebuilding) project.  We enjoyed a “pizza night” with my mom. We saw a few friends at our Ohio church.   Connecting with our Ohio family and friends is good, but we had work to do as well.    Now that we have a home in Florida, we knew there were a few items we needed to br...