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04.16.03 I have twenty entries I'd like to write since my last update, but in all that time, I now have but one hour free at home in which to do so before I prepare Orange Roughy for Hula. Aren't you the lucky reader! Isn't he the lucky husband! On 4/8 I checked my schedule and discovered the Guardian Ad Litem training occurs right smack dab in the middle of a code freeze at work. I didn't even bother talking with Herr Boss about it. No training for me until the next session is offered in September. Suck. On 4/9 wiped out on my bike on the way home from the University--totally, completely and humiliatingly. The basket containing my purse and notebook popped off and slid under the front wheel, unceremoniously sending me sideways and my papers flying. Bless the anonymous hearts of five college students who were crossing the street at the same time; they literally stopped traffic with their bare hands and helped me gather every page. Never again shall I curse a University of Florida student under my breath. (Even if they are stoned and in front of me in line at Taco Bell spending ten of my precious minutes deciding on one of the seven combinations of tortilla, beef, beans, and cheese offered up on the menu.)
On 4/10 I got scared by horses. I drive by a pretty field of purple flowers every day on my way to work. On this particular day, I stopped to take a picture and the horses that were picturesquely lounging in the distance figured I had either carrots or the key to the gate and charged me. Before I ran away shrieking like a little girl, I heard their hoof beats thundering in my ears. Thrilling.
For no earthly reason on at 8:45 AM EST on 4/11, I started missing my dad and had the crazy notion that since I was driving his car, I could capture the "essence" of him if there was, indeed, life after death and he was, indeed, hanging out in his old car, making sure I wasn't getting too low on gas or not changing the oil every three months or thirty thousand miles. No, really. I had this notion. I went so far as to snap a picture while the camera was in my lap. You know. To capture him. If you see my dad below in there somewhere, please let me know.
On 4/12 I had to run into work for a little bit, using the back way. When one is me and one "runs into work for a little bit" and one "uses the back way", one passes by a number of gardens designed either with feng shui in mind, or with feng shui in actuality. While I have no idea for certain, I'm pretty sure I don't feel particularly centered or at peace back there, but I am entirely sure that if I lift the top off some of the bridge posts, I will find frogs. On this particular Saturday, I found one. Last summer, I've seen as many as ten huddled up under the metal canopy. I am the only one who knows this secret and I only share it with special people. It makes me feel important. You should now feel important as well.
On the evening of 4/14 the most fragrant springtime air wafted over me as I walked the boys. According to my horticulturist friend at work, it's something called Confederate Jasmine and it blooms this time of year in North Central Florida. Forgive me for finding the name of this flower as romantic as it smells. (And to the anonymous e-mailer who at some point in the future may wish to point out that the name of that particular flower is about as romantic as something called, say, Nazi Gladiolas? Ef you. Ef you, anonymous e-mailer who wishes to harsh my mellow.)
On 4/15 Hula purchased "Lemon" and "Orange" for me. I completely dig my husband.
On 4/16 (today!) I decided to take pictures of some of the things readers send me. I only captured two before I figured out how to take timer pictures and the camera batteries died. I'll post more on the upcoming entries. (For those of you who so generously sent me candy, you may have to send more if you want your much appreciated gifts visually acknowledged on these pages.) I completely dig my readers.
 Tiny china cocker! Thanks Mom!
This sure turned into one serious, download-heavy behemoth of an entry, no?
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