
Awaiting my red and blue tote (someone stole it and put my son's clothes in it... Hmmm...) Time to pack.

I am collecting all my summer patriotic items to pack away in a tote. Another summer seems sliding by. By the time Homecoming is here, school starts, and soon days will slip into locust called splendor, and it will be fall. I sometimes keep up the red, white, and blue until 9-11, but usually I put it away before I go back to full day schedule. I hope I don't discover a little Uncle Sam hiding in a corner cabinet in the middle of February. I usually miss somebody. I have a sweet ceramic angel ornament on my kitchen counter. She hopes to hang in there (literally) until the holidays. Take care. I love my red, white, and blue, but I think I love fall stuff even more.
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