little potatoes

Stories

Once upon a time a cat saw(ed) a mouse and the mouse ran(ed) as fast as it could go.

The end

Once upon a time a dog came walking down a path and it got lost and a cat jumped out and said stop.

The end.

Stories written by Jack Hollott.
 

Piers and I were talking about early memories and he has so few, it almost scares me how little he remembers.  My earliest memories include but are not limited to:

Picking apart pods from the cottonwood trees in the back yard and making a neat little pile of "cotton".

Lisa and I talking to one another in the dark before bed and having to say sweet dreams before we went to sleep.  If one of us spoke after the "sweet dreams" we would have to say it again.  Not sure where we even got this from?

Eating graham crackers with butter, gag.  

Being young and running home from friends up the street and the wind was so strong I swear it lifted me up off the ground.  I can still remember that strange feeling.  Soon after I got home those sirens for tornado warnings went off (it passed us by). 

Here we are 2010, already a week into the new year.  I want to write more in the new year, to document a lot more of what's going on and what went on.  I have never been great at getting my words out on paper (or type), but I am going to work on it.
 I am so, so, so grateful that we are starting off the year fresh and new with everyone healthy and ready to get on with things.  The major goal for this year: make THE move happen.  Piers is finally healthy and we are going to try our best to get on with it.  The trick is to enjoy what we are doing until the move happens, to be content with what we have right now while working towards better things.  History has proven that I have a really hard time with that, so every day I am trying to be aware of that and live more in the moment.