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patterns of ink

How fruitless to be ever thinking yet never embrace a thought... to have the power to believe and believe it's all for naught. I, too, have reckoned time and truth (content to wonder if not think) in metaphors and meaning and endless patterns of ink. Perhaps a few may find their way to the world where others live, sharing not just thoughts I've gathered but those I wish to give. Tom Kapanka

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By Grace, I'm a follower of Christ. By day, I'm a recently retired school administrator; by night (and always), I'm a husband and father (and now a grandfather); and by week's end, I sometimes find myself writing or reading in this space. Feel free to join in the dialogue.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

This Grandpa Stuff is Hard Work!



We were babysitting Nora during a March Madness basketball game last week, and I fell asleep in the recliner with her on my chest and Kippy sleeping in the valley of my legs (a favorite place of his). If it seems like I'm writing less lately...I am, but I do have Epilogue F half done so it should be posted soon.

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