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	<title>thrums &#124; my life, with needles and thread &#187; daffodils</title>
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		<title>grace and gratitude</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 14:03:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lori</dc:creator>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://www.timethrums.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/daffies.jpg"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-94" title="daffies" src="http://www.timethrums.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/daffies-360x500.jpg" alt="" width="130" height="180" /></a>today is one of those not-so-good anniversaries that people have &#8211; one i dread every year. but i find myself feeling like a lucky person today. one of my daughters turned 25 on wednesday and was hit by a car while riding her bicycle. <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>but</strong></span> she was not too terribly  hurt, just bruised and sore, and she had one of the best birthdays of her life.  i have a surprisingly large number of real friends, people i can and do count on  to know me and love me [anyway], people i love and cherish. i get to be in this  world another day. daffodils are coming. days are getting longer. banjo music.  the beach, in 8 days. i <em>have</em> a job, whatever else i may say about it. my book  club. my writing group. authors &#8211; &#8220;my&#8221; authors &#8211; whose work i  admire and who are people i am so proud to know, and it still surprises me that  i know these amazing and oustanding people. i live in manhattan, where i always  wanted to live. i love and am loved by a man who shares a soul with me. i get to  travel and see the world with that man&#8230;.still arm-pinching in its surprise, for a homeless  girl from wichita falls, texas. i have grown children whose lives transformed mine, and who are very fine people out in this world.</p>
<p>and daffodils are coming. who can be sad when they look at daffodils.</p>
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