tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post5309075114119601960..comments2024-01-03T21:18:04.198-08:00Comments on In Your Neighborhood: The Garden MurdersHigh School Confidentialhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17350238752693393750noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-45351246362551305202008-06-19T09:46:00.000-07:002008-06-19T09:46:00.000-07:00Joseph, you crack me up! Fortunately my crock-pot...Joseph, you crack me up! Fortunately my crock-pot remains unscathed. You'd be able to hear taps playing if something happens to it.Stephanie Friezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04317117338063884811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-19660723105810547102008-06-19T09:43:00.000-07:002008-06-19T09:43:00.000-07:00You are too courageous... if I can get a good pot ...You are too courageous... if I can get a good pot of red beans with hot links properly done by way of crock pot, I think Moses has come down and touched my life with his staff...<BR/>there you are wrecking everything but the tv...<BR/>Go on, there, tool wrecker and life maker...<BR/>you are doing very well (love your sense of humor)JosephMcGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13059894814761761857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-41314195509680452742008-06-19T08:42:00.000-07:002008-06-19T08:42:00.000-07:00My family feels that I must confess that I am not ...My family feels that I must confess that I am not just the murderess of lawn mowers, although I have killed two in about six years. This Spring I have had two waffle irons freak out and die along with a TV give up the ghost. I'm not taking the wrap for the TV. It was 10-12 years old and never worked right. I do feel bad about the waffle iron, especially the one here in Ilwaco because it could do pancakes or waffles and wasn't very old. When I was a child my father would have either fixed it himself or taken it to a shop where someone else would have fixed it. Now we have planned obsolescence in just about everything and the folks who could probably repair them don't live here.Stephanie Friezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04317117338063884811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-80918493654966127842008-06-19T07:54:00.000-07:002008-06-19T07:54:00.000-07:00By all means, love is the only thing that lasts fo...By all means, love is the only thing that lasts forever.Stephanie Friezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04317117338063884811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-47624101990841455572008-06-19T07:33:00.000-07:002008-06-19T07:33:00.000-07:00loving and being loved are forever-- each moment y...loving and being loved are forever-- each moment you spend with your mom is forever... this morning, as I was praying, I became aware of my mom's presence and I felt safe, like I did when, in my fifties, I would come to her home and sit on the floor right next to where she was sitting in her chair... we would quietly watch tv together and absolutely nothing in my world of confusion and pain made one bit of difference in those moments...<BR/> your mom will always be there with youJosephMcGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13059894814761761857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-85568421710824963792008-06-18T17:17:00.000-07:002008-06-18T17:17:00.000-07:00Thank you, Joseph. I hadn't thought of it, but it...Thank you, Joseph. I hadn't thought of it, but it also ties in with my mother being ill. She's 86 and even if she recovers from this infection she's got some other conditions that we've become aware of. Nothing lasts forever, not even the trees.Stephanie Friezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04317117338063884811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-73150043989597858972008-06-18T17:02:00.000-07:002008-06-18T17:02:00.000-07:00You are moving into photo/artist space... could th...You are moving into photo/artist space... could this be the beginning of a new career... <BR/>powerful story... change, death and dying, unjust actions... wonderful... I was struck by the change in ownership of the home... reminded my of my own mortality... such reminders are bitter and sweet...<BR/><BR/>Thank you, StephanieJosephMcGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13059894814761761857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-48981711071724550222008-06-18T07:45:00.000-07:002008-06-18T07:45:00.000-07:00As a matter of fact, I've asked a friend to come a...As a matter of fact, I've asked a friend to come and help me make stepping stones from broken china (I have a bag full)and intend to put them in the garden. You've given me an idea as to arrangement! Good eye, Lorraine.Stephanie Friezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04317117338063884811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-43193006677051868782008-06-18T07:33:00.000-07:002008-06-18T07:33:00.000-07:00You know...one nice row of stones down the middle....You know...one nice row of stones down the middle...and you'd have a peace sign!Lorraine Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01116210981761633646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4456617944315372118.post-52377568136959976602008-06-18T07:11:00.000-07:002008-06-18T07:11:00.000-07:00I'm so sorry to hear about the oaks. That made me...I'm so sorry to hear about the oaks. That made me very sad.<BR/><BR/>The hollyhocks will need some support as they get tall and heavy. I look forward to seeing each step of the work...and then the finished memorial garden. I'll have to see if I can get cuttings of the butterfly bush to root for you too.Lorraine Harthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01116210981761633646noreply@blogger.com