Wednesday, October 5, 2011

EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY

Zombie Dog Jane on Liz's lap.

So, I am back home. Mom and Deb are gone. I am so tired. I am hopeful that my brain kicks in again.

We had big big big fun. Cooder and Emmylou got so much attention, I am not sure that they will come down. Emmylou is bereft.

Schroon Lake. 
Mom at the dead animal store.

Liz and Jane in the living room at the theater.
Brenna, Gianna, Kim, Deb, Janet in Albany.

Deb and Janet, Schroon Lake.
And, in fact, I am still processing and remembering how to write and getting back into my life. I wasn't sure I could post tonight.
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