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On a recent Saturday morning, while it was still sort of cool, we did a little weeding in the back yard. LeAnn attacked the flower beds while I focused on our pea gravel pathway, where Bermuda grass grows better than in the actual lawn. There, among the round and colorless gravel, I found a quarter-sized chunk of Sunset Red granite.
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How was your Fourth of July celebration? We had a great lunch with our mothers at our house — hot dogs and all the fixins — and then we opted to stay home and watch the annual “Capitol Fourth” concert on PBS. But then we did go out and sit on the porch for a while to watch our neighborhood fireworks. “Ah, Sweet Freedom!” is what we might say at a moment like that, but instead we were marveling at how people deliberately ignore the rules, because the fireworks we saw and heard were totally illegal.
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“I’ve spent a lot of time in your head this week.”
That’s what my radiation oncologist said last Friday in a surprise phone call. After seven weeks of chemo to shrink the tumor in my sinus, the radiologist said he was making adjustments in his plan to zap what has become a smaller target. That was great news, but more than that I appreciate a commitment to my case that had him spending long hours studying scans of the inside of my noggin.
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