Last night about midnight I lay awake hoping my house wouldn't float away when I heard the automatic sprinklers turn on. I felt as if I was having a night mare. I'm up early and it looks like the trench drained the water off as I hoped it would. The wind is blowing hard and it is raining hard. my grass is sure to be green if it doesn't wash away. My living room looks like a yard sale because it is stacked with the bedroom junk but that's a small price to pay for a new paint job.
My mail order writing course arrived yesterday. I have finished the first assignment but the second one has me stumped! I find that I write from personal experience and not by looking at a random picture and making up a story. I will try to adjust my attitude.
Sister Paige Larsen—Email Excerpt
15 years ago
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