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Our House Overfloweth With Packages and Pizza

Sandra Tayler's Journal

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A cobble by itself is just a small stone, but when many of them lay together they create a path . My life is made up of many discrete parts. I have to find ways to fit them all into place so that I can continue to journey where I desire to go. This journal records some of the cobbles that create my path.

Our House Overfloweth With Packages and Pizza

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“I like shipping day!” Patch announced as he carried packages from my shipping table to the front room. Kiki was manning the table in the family room packing simple orders. Link was keeping her stocked with supplies. Gleek and Patch ferried complete packages. I handled the complex orders from the shipping table in my basement office. Our house bustled with activity. I’m glad the kids like these shipping days. I think they like the shared-project energy. They also like getting paid for work. By 1 pm most of the work was done. I had several hours of odds and ends to handle, but the kids went off to play. I ordered pizza for lunch. My work-tired brain simply replicated the last time that I ordered pizza. Of course the last time I bought pizza was when I was feeding five nieces and nephews in addition to my own four. We’re going to be eating pizza for days. On Monday I’ll haul all these packages to the post office, perhaps the pizza will be gone by then too.

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  • I've done that- put the brain in auto mode and get something funny happening by not paying attention.Not usually days worth of pizza though...
  • YAY for extra pizza. Chalain and I usually buy extra pizza so we can have it for a couple of days.
  • Turns out it was three meals' worth. Saturday lunch, Saturday dinner, and Sunday lunch.
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