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Another fifteen minutes ...
May 9, 2008 - Summer Wallace-Minger
So I've got fifteen minutes and nothing to talk about ... time to dive in, I guess.
Wednesday was a very enjoyable day for me, only because it's the only day this week out of seven that I didn't have a work or social commitment in the evening.
The kids and I hit up the Weirton Book Co. on Pennsylvania Avenue. I enjoy the place because they have little couches in quiet corners, and the kids can look at their books while I'm picking out mine. My daughter got the third volume of the Spiderwick Chronicles, to which she's been addicted since the movie came out, and my son got "My Big Book of Dinosaurs."
Then we hit the park. She read her book, he rode his bike and they both hit the swings and the jungle gym.
Later, when my husband got home, I cooked on the grill, despite this crappy drizzle that's been hovering over the area. My son cried because it rained a little in the iced tea before I could hustle everything back into the house.
It was a good day, a rare day. I love just hanging out with my kids. It's just a bummer I don't get to do the slow, we've got no where in particular to go thing with them more often. Usually, I'm frazzled and running around like a headless chicken. I'm still spending time with them, but there's something lost.
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This is a rusty something. It's in Atlasburg. I think it's a train. I'm not sure. I think it might have a couple of cars attached. I drive past it all the time and wonder what a small train is doing out in a field alongside state Route 18 in Atlasburg. How did it get there? Why is it there? Why was it left there? I saw it today, took a picture and it is now on my blog. In fact, you are looking at it.