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So few of these days

I have not had much time for blogging lately. And I am OK with that. I am not ready to stop blogging completely. So, for now, I will write when I can. Since the start of school, we have been busy and I do not find that I have much time to sit at the computer and write anymore. School activities take priority. I have so many things I want to write. So many made in the USA products I want to tell you about. So many drafts of posts in my post box with titles, but no text . . . just waiting for a few spare moments.

Home projects loom too and are taking time. Our dryer broke, so we bought a new one that is too much for our 40 year old fuse box to handle and the fuse shuts off every few minutes while the dryer is on. (Anyone know a good electrician?) Our kitchen floor looks like it has seen MANY battles (OK, it has!), and needs to be replaced. Our camera decided to take its last photo and will not even turn on any more. So I have been in search of a good, quality camera that will not break our budget. Heavier curtains need to be purchased for two of the bedrooms in our house to keep the light and the cold out. Fall clothes have made their way out of their storage bins and into bedrooms (they have not made it into the actual drawers yet!). I am training for a half-marathon, so the early morning hours a filled with running (more on that in another post!).

But for now, I am sitting at the computer, writing. The boys are outside playing. Yes, we should be doing school. But, today is a beautiful day. There are so few of these days left. K needs to learn his ABC's and J needs to learn the complexities for the English language, but for now, they are "soldiers" at their fort. There are so few of these days left. I want them to enjoy it. I want them to enjoy the weather and each other. We will have plenty of time to learn all that is needed to learn when the weather turns cold and we will have countless hours IN the house. But for now, they play, and I write . . .

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  1. There is NOTHING wrong with them being "soldiers" right now! Let them play-that imagination will get them far. And that totally stinks about your new dryer shutting off the fuse! Blog when you can...we'll all be here! :)

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  2. I am glad you found time to blog...your posts are always so good!

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  3. I"m still a faithful follower......Take your time!!!! Write when you can.......I went on my haitus, so I know how it feels......And I am so thankful for my followers who stuck with me......I am so very appreciative of them :0)


    God Bless you, but training for a marathon!!!! I love to run, but I feel like I have no time for training these days :0( I'm just pooped all day....lol......I'll get used to it......I hope....lol

    <3 xoxoxo

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  4. I too always enjoy your posts! Don't quit...and let the kiddos play while they can, there is plenty of time to master the English language during the cold winter months. Thanks for continuing to write when you can! And the OP are right...we'll still be here when you have the time to write. Hugs and blessings,
    ~Kristy~

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