In which a 50-something woman embarks on a new career in nursing in a newly empty nest with a newly retired husband, an old cat, a yard full of chickens, a field full of predators, a shotgun and a sense of humor. She is blogging and slogging her way through a wet Pacific Northwest winter...and spring and summer and fall.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Fact
If you pick blackberries one day, then the next day you get pickle juice on your hands, you can find the holes in your hands really easy.
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