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{sol} let it fall

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It was the most magnificent fall weekend. Sunshine. Blue skies. Seventy (!) degrees. Orange.  Red.  Yellow. Lots and lOts and loTs of leaves. Raking and piling and raking and piling. Ready for one-two-three jumping!   Singing loudly  "Let it  f        a    l                 l ..." It was the most magnificent fall weekend.

{sol} flashing lights

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It happened like that.  Not slowly.  Not gradually.  It just happened.  I was completely blindsided.

The blinking bright lights caught their eyes first.  They were immediately mesmerized.

As we were getting situated into the double cart, one of my four and a half year olds asked, "Momma, can we go over that way?"

Reindeer and snowmen.  Trees and icicles.  Flashing lights and decorations.  Yep, Christmas.  We were surrounded by Christmas.  In October.  Just like that.  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas .... during the Christmas season!

And along with all the decor ... T.O.Y.S.  Every aisle thereafter was filled with different games, dolls, gadgets, and toys, followed by, "Ohhh!  Ahhh!  Look!  Look!"  and the never ending, "I want ... I want ... I want ..."

We don't buy toys just to buy toys (of course, there are always times of exceptions -- just not today), s…

{sols} excuses

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Another week goes by ...
I have plenty of excuses for not writing. Or even wanting to write.
I'm tired and it's late -- I just don't feel it.
I've been testing and scoring  and grouping.
I had two late nights connecting with families at goal setting conferences.
I took one daughter back to the doctor with yet another ear infection.
It's raining and yucky and not creating that right writing mood.
I just don't feel it. It's late and I'm tired.
There are plenty more excuses for not writing. Or even wanting to write.
Another week goes by ...