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• it’s a lump the size of a tangerine in his upper thigh. We found it yesterday and he’s going to the doctor today or tomorrow, depending on who’s open and what we can work out. It’s been hurting and there for several weeks; he just now told us about it. If you would, say a prayer for Andrew, and for us, who against our rational minds, tend to feel the same fears every parent does when something isn’t right with their kids’ body.
• in the category of: “ahem…yeah…no, can’t go there” is skirt shopping in a dimly lit thrift store and finding my co-shopper is a guy. Not a husband standing holding his wife’s stuff while she shops. A guy. Apparently shopping for himself. Rather than instinctively say, “eewww”, and remembering that Oak Ridge, Tennessee has a comparitely small community of cross dressin’ men, I’ll think instead of the approaching Halloween and costume time. It’s his business and I went to look for jeans.
• there are several huge, black crows heavily flying between now-bare Walnut trees and almost-bare Poplars. My rooster bothered to crow this morning; unusual as he only does this about once a week and when he does, sounds like Bill the Cat being strangled. Not very roostery. I wonder if it is because he’s never been raised around other boy birds and was bred for slaughter before he ought to have learned to crow.

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