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Last night at Annapolis Ana and I were waiting for L to emerge from Starbucks with my beloved latte. Having a chair, cigar and hip child I couldn’t help myself but arrange the photo. When I finished I said to Ana, “let’s see if anyone notices!”, to which an older woman standing nearby tersely replied, “I noticed…” Oops.
Our neighbor’s house caught on fire this afternoon. L happened to be home from Liturgy, recovering from a stomach bug, when she smelled the smoke and heard the commotion next door, and called 911. Thankfully, no one was hurt and our house sustained only minimal smoke damage. The neighbor’s house is gutted.
It really wasn’t that long ago that they were littler people and in some ways, that time has passed like as though it were yesterday and in other ways it seems like a lifetime ago. So many externals in my life have changed since those pictures were taken.
Somehow or other, I’ve never quite outgrown my love of a bike. I remember asking for a bike for my 6th birthday. My parents obliged and then my Dad spent a weekend running alongside me, teaching me to ride it (no training wheels for me!). Occasionally, he and I would ride our bikes together on weekends.
From banging my knee on one of the exercise machines, to leaving my nice headphones there instead of packing them up in my gym bag. My hair was kooky (OK, it’s always, kooky, but kookier than normal), my front driver’s side tire was low and I forgot to water the plants. Think I’ll move to Australia.
Spiritual Life 
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