I love barns....always have......like the way they look.....the way they smell.................when I was a young girl I remember taking long rides in the country with my dad. We'd stop to explore old barns, and abandoned houses.
They held mysteries..........I loved trying to figure it out...to put together the picture/story of the family who used to live there.........and exploring the barns for treasures....there was always one to be found.......even if it was just a page from an old book.
I'm going to ask boyfriend if he'll spend the day with me tomorrow looking at barns.
They attempted to wake Bubba from a drug induced sleep but turned back because Bubs heart rate went crazy.
My boys, and my exhusband believe Clinton will wake and be the same as before. And the Pollyanna part of me tells me "Well! It's possible!"
For now I'm trying really hard to ignore the logical, practical part of my thinking.......I hear it, but I'm just going to go ahead with what Pollyanna is saying until/if that bubble bursts.
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