Since we moved to Cary, I've always thought of the newspaper as a pain in the butt. We don't read it. As DH put it, "we should sue the city for littering on our driveway!" It often takes all day for us to pick it up. Our neighbors put it on our door step once in a while - and sometimes, I think it's because we haven't bothered to pick it up yet!
Here at the Texas farm, the paper represents so much more! Mark and I have been taking a daily walk - about a block long, which is the length of the driveway, to get the paper for Mark's GrandMommy (great grandmother). To her, at age 91, the paper is the best reason to get up in the morning and often keeps her occupied all day long.
It's amazing what a difference a couple of generations makes.
Love: The warmth of summer.
Hope: Our last day is as interesting as the rest!
Do: Have to pack to go home this evening.
