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Been A Little Distracted

November 14th, 2016

Dear Todd,

I haven't been able to write in a while---there's been a couple things on my mind. I think I need to get it out in order to remove this "block."

Things like:

1. How will our 7th grader's wrestling season go? Will we all be miserable, or will it be a year of triumph and victory so sweet that nothing could strip that joy?

2. White Supremacy

3. How to recover our daughter's original story that she worked on for weeks only to have it saved under the same name and "replaced."

4. Racism

5. How to re-stitch an original stuffed animal creation to make it stand upright and be more symmetrical.

6. Safety Pins

7. How to get the leaves out of the gutter with a short ladder.

8. Wanting to give this President a chance, and have ALL acts of violence and cruel treatment of humanity disappear and not be linked to acts of enthusiasm by some of those who "won."

9. Wanting to actually have a neatly folded fitting sheet.

10. Wanting everyone to get along.

11. Why does our 9yr old still want me to pretend he's a dragon named Rex? Is that normal?

12. Concerned that I'm not drinking enough water.

13. Wondering when we, as a country, will run out of water.

14. Trying to enjoy, and not fret, that it's mid-November and we are still in the 70's.

15.  Desperately trying to understand the "method to the madness" and hope that it's not just madness.

16. Why won't our eldest go to bed? Ever?

17. Why does our 11 year old still cock her head at me like a dog when I ask a question. Is that normal?

18. Why does our dog take and eat everything?

19. Why are so many middle schoolers thinking about or committing suicide?

20. I need to plug in my phone and update my software and get the helpful APPS.

21. What are you really eating when you eat a Funyun?

22. Gotta get on Christmas Cards---PEACE ON EARTH seems appropriate this year





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