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A couple of weeks ago I did something I haven’t done in years. I checked the expiration date on the milk in the fridge. As a mother of teenaged boys, my regular routine includes buying several gallons of milk each week without much thought about consumption. For years, the milk was purchased and consumed like clockwork. Expired milk wasn’t a consideration, but now with Devin now off at college some of our household norms have changed; milk is one of them.
Part of my childhood I lived in Houston. We were there in 1983 when Hurricane Alicia hit the city hard, spawning some of the worst hurricane-related tornados. In fact, I am pretty sure that a tornado spun right down our driveway. Not even a teenager, I was more than frightened during the storm and in my earliest views of the aftermath. With downed trees cluttering our yard, flood waters racing down our streets, and power out for days, things were far from normal.
We recently completed our 11th season of summer swim team. The final one for Devin as a swimmer, and his first year as a coach.As a family, we have always enjoyed swim team. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a fan of thousand-degree nights, where the adults are sweating while the kids are swimming, or 5-hour meets that stop and go with thunder delays, but overall, swim team has always been a good experience for us.
Modern politics do not appeal to me. I try to stay abreast of current issues. I vote. I care about the future of our country, but I don’t spend a lot of time following American politics. Over the past week, politics have been front and center in our collective dialogue as the Senate Health Care Bill was released and now stands for a vote. I have read articles, listened to stories on NPR, and seen a barrage of tweets on both sides of this equation.
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