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  • Writer's pictureLaura Lyn Donahue

Coloring Outside the Lines

Pretty much not wanting to write today...


Nothing is coming to mind...


I’ve had a good day.

I colored a picture from The Nashville Coloring Book ... a room inside The Hermitage


I helped Eliza with her Grad Party invitations

We’re ready for the Senior Slide into May 26


Decided to do some specific cleaning today too. I had to hold myself back from running those rabbit trails that inevitably catch me every time...

FOCUS

1. Dust the floors — only dust the floors

2. Mop the floors, nothing else

3. Windex all of the glass surfaces and

mirrors — no dusting furniture instead

🚫 — took a quick detour but got

back on track

4. Wipe down the bathroom counters

🚫🚫 — slipped up big on this

one ... hands and knees,

on the floors, scrubbing



Rather boring topic — cleaning house, but what I did remember is to notice what I was doing. I especially took care to look at the pictures I was cleaning because I needed to make sure that I didn’t spray Windex on any of the paintings...

Framed Poster from “Something Rotten!”

memories of a fun-filled Big Apple trip

Large photo that Jimmy Abegg took when

the 4 bigs were littles

memories of Home Wood — the porch

Two particular beach trip family photos —

Rosemary Beach on the grass

—Vivid green lawn, vacation (seems like yesterday — early 2000’s)

Seagrove Beach — Beach Plus

—Finally together as one after too

long apart

(almost was yesterday— 2018)


A David Arms’ print behind glass — birds in a china sugar bowl — lid lifted


Black and white photos of me —

Cheekwood


A tiny one housed in a small, floral frame — Don and me in Beaver Creek — Cordierra by the Bear


Don in Ireland — searching for “home” —

His 50th Birthday


My grandmother - young

Some Lancaster’s

A Strausser


Eliza’s Graduation picture

Don’s and my Wedding Announcement


A trip through time is worth the dust...

Sometimes,

To remember

We must

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