Tag Archives: Janice C Johnson

Bluebonnet Snowball

I never get tired of bluebonnets, our state flower. However, riding my bike out to see them may bring on some fatigue. Case in point: A couple of weeks ago, Brent raved about a fabulous stretch of bluebonnets in Cedar … Continue reading

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Journal-ism: A Fresh Start

When I study the Bible, I like to write down any observations; words I need to take to heart; or cool insights I gain. I use a spiral-type journal, preferably one thick enough for me to clip a comfort-grip pen … Continue reading

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“Old-People Expressions”

Let me just begin by saying Yes, I realize language changes over time. And idioms come and go. One reason idioms fall out of favor is that no one knows what they mean anymore. For instance: before vinyl came back, … Continue reading

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Ireland Part 1: “Learn the Dance”

Last week, Brent and I enjoyed a fully-supported Ciclismo Classico bicycle tour in Ireland, more or less along the southwest coast. COVID restrictions in Ireland had lifted just in time for us to make the journey. I have a handful … Continue reading

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A Day of Gifts

Hometown. There’s nothing like a visit “home” to pull you back from your current busy life and let you relax with a bit of nostalgia. A day in Palestine earlier in the spring did just that for me. Not only … Continue reading

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Processing… Processing…

You know you have an appliance problem when you have to plaster them with notes to yourself. Case in point… When I cook at home, I’m prone to shred fingers along with carrots. My sliced potatoes are like snowflakes: no … Continue reading

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