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Life is good

...for the moment.

Of course, I believe it's always good, even if it feels bad at times. You know, you can't always trust your feelings.

My mother is visiting for a week from Atlanta, and we have just arrived at the lake house. We don't have a name for it yet, the lake house. A sister-in-law has named her lake house The Wonderlodge. I'm not sure why, but when we snatched up this place, daughter #2 suggested that we call it The Impulse Lodge. Does she know her parents or what?

Anyway, life is good at the moment because we are here, which means I am not in my home office designing covers. And it means that I am not at home feeling guilty for not vacuuming the pool, or pulling weeds (damn the thistles), or finishing the laundry that is in a pile in the laundry room floor.

Instead, I am sitting here in the tree house, the impulse buy, and I am sipping iced tea and nibbling on Hershey's Kissables that are lined up by color. I am smelling the great cookie smell of key lime bars that are just now baking in the oven while the mother naps and daughter #2 watches What Not to Wear.

All I have to do now is sit back and wait for the hummingbirds that should soon discover that I have just refilled their feeders.

Life is good, see?

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