Bread of Life

 

Jesus said to the Jewish crowds:
“I am the living bread that came down from heaven;
whoever eats this bread will live forever;
and the bread that I will give
is my flesh for the life of the world.”

The Jews quarreled among themselves, saying,
“How can this man give us his flesh to eat?”
Jesus said to them,
“Amen, amen, I say to you,
unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood,
you do not have life within you.
Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood
has eternal life,
and I will raise him on the last day.
For my flesh is true food,
and my blood is true drink.
Whoever eats my flesh and drinks my blood
remains in me and I in him.
Just as the living Father sent me
and I have life because of the Father,
so also the one who feeds on me
will have life because of me.
This is the bread that came down from heaven.
Unlike your ancestors who ate and still died,
whoever eats this bread will live forever.”

From the Gospel of St. John 6:51-58

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Something to Chew On

Below is a a blog post written by Mandi at Catholic Newlywed. Check it out:

 

Open to Life

As promised in last week’s Quick Takes (#7), here is the story about how my husband and I went from terrified of becoming pregnant to currently 17 weeks pregnant (and so excited!) in the course of 11 months.  It’s a very long story, and I contemplated publishing it in installments, but I decided to just put it all out there and hope someone is interested enough to read it all!  God works in miraculous ways!

After my husband proposed to me in July of 2009, we began to talk in earnest about our plans for children.  Of course, earlier in our dating relationship we had talked about children, but only to the extent of agreeing that we both wanted children and that we would like to have four or five.  With our upcoming marriage, we needed to make sure we were on the same page as to when to start our family.

Both of our parents made it clear that they wanted us to wait to have children until my husband graduated with his Ph.D.  When we married in July of 2010, I would be finished with my bachelor’s degree but my husband would have two to three years left in his Ph.D. program.  Our parents stressed the difficulty we would have raising a child on a grad student’s salary and the extra stress a baby at home would put on David as he worked to finish his degree.  Their reasoning made sense and we agreed that we wouldn’t intentionally get pregnant until David graduated and found a job.

I say we agreed not to intentionally get pregnant, because we acknowledged that there was always the possibility that I would “accidentally” become pregnant.  We knew that we would use Natural Family Planning since it was the only option available to us as devout Catholics.  I feel very fortunate that the Archdiocese of Denver, where we were married, requires NFP classes for all couples going through marriage preparation, because that meant there were many options available to us for good instruction with knowledgeable teaching couples.  I learned the basics of charting and was confident that I would be able to effectively avoid an unwanted pregnancy.

However, many people (my own parents among them) were very negative about NFP and constantly told me that it would not work.  On several occasions, my parents attempted to change my mind by describing how disastrous it would be if I became pregnant before my husband graduated.  My father “assured” me I wouldn’t go to hell if I used birth control, after all, did I think my mother was going to hell for using birth control?  My mom constantly reminded me that if NFP worked, there wouldn’t be so many large Catholic families in the pews of our church on Sundays.  It didn’t occur to her that maybe there were so many large Catholic families because they chose to have many children, that maybe there was something about the Catholic faith that embraced children as gifts.  But then again, at that point, it didn’t occur to me either.

Despite attempts to persuade us otherwise, my husband and I remained determined to use NFP.  My husband is a very strong Catholic who was raised in a devout family and I know that he would never have consented to use any kind of artificial birth control.   If I hadn’t had his strong support, I can’t say that I would have been strong enough not to have bent to the pressure to use birth control.  I would like to say that I would have stuck with my morals through thick and thin, but my main motivation to use NFP came not from my desire to do God’s will but to prove my naysayers (especially my mother) wrong.  I would use NFP and I would not get pregnant!  This thinking was detrimental and poisonous to our relationship as husband and wife and to our spiritual wellbeing.

At that point, if I were to get pregnant, we would have viewed it as a failure.   Of course, we would have gotten over the initial disappointment and would have welcomed our child into the world, but it is a dangerous mindset that would describe the conception of a child as a “failure” and a “disappointment”.  Although I was using NFP, I was missing a important facet of the Church’s teaching on procreation: that NFP was not to be used in the same way that artificial birth controls usually is, separating the procreative “consequences” from sex.  NFP is only to be used to “postpone pregnancy” (I love this phrase, so much more consistent with openness to life than “avoid” or “prevent” pregnancy) if there is a “just” and “serious” reason.  Here is the passage from the Catechism of the Catholic Church that explains the Church’s teaching on postponing pregnancy:

 

For just reasons, spouses may wish to space the births of their children.  It is their duty to make certain that their desire is not motivated by selfishness but is in conformity with the generosity appropriate to responsible parenthood.  Moreover, they should conform their behavior to the objective criteria of morality. (CCC 2368)

And the corresponding passage in Humanae Vitae:

Those are also to be considered responsible who for serious reasons and with due respect for moral precepts, decide not to have another child for either a definite or an indefinite amount of time.

My husband and I weren’t blatantly disobeying or ignoring the Church’s teaching.  Throughout our dating relationship we were committed to making our relationship as Christ-centered as possible and as we approached our wedding, we were even more determined to start our marriage in a holy state.  But it is now obvious that we didn’t have the knowledge we needed to do this.

No one had ever told us that we should not postpone pregnancy unless we had just and serious reasons.  Even our NFP class presented it as an “moral” alternative to birth control, comparing it’s effectiveness with birth control pills, condoms, etc.  Never was it mentioned that there should be a different mindset toward children and procreation that came along with NFP.  So our mindset defaulted to that of our society at large: We shouldn’t get pregnant until we want to.  God wouldn’t enter into our decision until we decided that we wanted to get pregnant, then and only then would He be needed to help us get pregnant on our terms.  I know, how arrogant that sounds!  We had turned God into an errand boy that we would beckon when we needed Him!  Had I really thought about our approach to family planning, I would have been appalled, but I didn’t initially have any reason to question it or think about it too deeply, so I never did.

So, in light of all this, you may be wondering what significant incident changed my mind? The simplest of things really – a conversation over Facebook.  Yes, Facebook!  A few months before our wedding, I was chatting on Facebook with an acquaintance from my church whose own wedding was coming up as well.  I knew that she was planning to use NFP as well, and I asked her a question that had been bothering me for some time – Was she and her fiancé planning to abstain from sex on their wedding night and honeymoon if it happened to coincide with the fertile time of her cycle?  Her response shocked me – they had taken NFP classes but couldn’t come up with a good enough reason to use it, they were simply going to leave it in God’s hands and welcome a child if it came.

“Not a good enough reason?” I thought.  “Her fiancé just graduated and didn’t yet have a job!  How could they possibly support a child?”  She had a job, she told me, and her husband would have all the time before the baby was born to find a job.   Besides, they trusted God would provide.  Her response sounded  a little irresponsible to me, but it seemed like they had thought it through.

But I continued to ask her questions, “Didn’t they want to have “alone time” as a couple before they had children?”  Her response: they would have at least nine months to be alone, plus they had time together as a couple before they married and it was God’s plan that married couples should have children.  Well, of course I too believed it was God’s plan for marriage to produce children, but God didn’t care when… right?
“But God surely wouldn’t mind if they waited as long as they used NFP,” I added, as if trying to convince her to change her mind.   Thank goodness she was patient with me.  Unwittingly, I had become just as much the naysayer as my mother had been for me.  Then she told me something that I had never heard before, that NFP was only to be used if there were valid reasons to postpone pregnancy.  And she went even further, to detail for me the many people she knew who had been open to life and who God had blessed with children and a way to provide for them. A couple who got pregnant on their honeymoon and were never able to have children again.  A young couple who was raising two little ones on the husband’s grad school salary (this one particularly hit home).

The conversation ended shortly afterward and the subject never came up again.  Although she surely gave me something to think about, it was easy for me to rationalize our use of NFP as “just” due to my lack of a job and David’s paltry grad student stipend.  Sure, other people didn’t see that as enough of a reason, but they weren’t being realistic.  My parents had raised me firmly under the belief that “God helps those who help themselves”.  We would have children in a few years as soon we were financially stable and ready for a child.

Yet I couldn’t brush her words completely out of my mind.  I mentioned them shortly afterward to my fiancé and I was very happy when he confirmed my thinking – he too had never heard that NFP was only to be used to prevent pregnancy in serious circumstances.  Since he came from a devout family, if he hadn’t heard of it, I was sure that it wasn’t the Church’s teaching.  Only overly zealous Catholics took it to that extreme, we assured each other, we surely were doing nothing wrong by being responsible.

And so this was the mindset that we took into our marriage in July of 2010.  Sure enough, my original fear had materialized and we abstained from sex on our wedding night and throughout our honeymoon to prevent pregnancy.  For the first few months of our marriage we were fastidious about our charting out of fear of becoming pregnant.  During the time of month when we had the green light to marital relations, we didn’t enjoy them fully because the fear was still there.  We realized we couldn’t fully enjoy God’s beautiful gift of sex because we were trying to fully disengage it from it’s life-giving aspect.  I felt that we were somehow being cheated of the marital unity that God intended for us.  And every time I thought about this, I was brought back to that conversation I had over Facebook months before.

Instead of dismissing and rationalizing these thoughts yet again, I decided to research them.  I scoured the internet for the Church’s teachings on postponing pregnancy and for practical advice (“What are just reasons for postponing pregnancy?”).  I ordered and read many books on the topic (the most helpful of these was Called to Give Life: A Sourcebook on the Blessing of Children and the Harm of Contraception by Jason T. Adams, which seems to be no longer available).  I began to realize that I was wrong, that just and serious reasons were necessary for postponing pregnancy and in turn this made me angry.  How had I grown up in the Church as an active member and never been told this before?  Why did it seem that the Church was reticent to give this information to its members?  (My opinions as to the reasons I never heard about this before will have to be a topic for another post.)

Unfortunately, none of the websites or books had the answer to the question I was looking for: What is a “just reason” to postpone pregnancy?  (translation: Someone PLEASE tell me we have a just reason to prevent pregnancy!)  At this point, I was definitely hoping that God wasn’t calling us to be parents just yet.  I was enjoying our newlywed life just the two of us and didn’t quite yet want the responsibility of a child.  I was having fun!  But I know that I owed it to God, to my husband, and to myself to actively question (together with David) the validity of our reasons to wait to have children.  And if we came to the conclusion that we didn’t have just reasons, we would submit to the will of God, regardless of our own feelings.

I want to be very careful here, because I do not want to seem like I am making blatant judgment calls as to what is a just reason or not.  Every couple has different circumstances and only that couple, through prayer, discussion and collaboration with the Lord, can determine whether their circumstances are “just reasons” or not.  Of course, some situations are more clear-cut than others, for example medical conditions that would endanger the life of the wife if she were to become pregnant are much more easy to classify as just and serious than financial difficulty due to one spouse being a grad student.  Yet, just because my husband and I decided that his measly grad school salary was not good enough of a reason to postpone pregnancy doesn’t mean that another couple in a similar circumstance should conclude the same.

In our case, our justifications just couldn’t hold up to the “just and serious” criteria.  Yes, my husband is a grad student, but we were surviving well on his salary and the small financial contributions from my job.  If we were even more careful with our finances, we would be able to survive on his salary alone.  We looked more into the cost of having a child, and while I won’t claim that it’s cheap, we also realized that perhaps the cost was overinflated.  We would breastfeed (if everything went well) and use cloth diapers.  We would buy baby items second-hand and I wouldn’t get every toy or contraption made for little ones.  We could make it work.  And there it was, the decision I was hoping to avoid was there – we should no longer postpone pregnancy.

Yet suddenly we realized that the decision we were hoping we wouldn’t come to was the one that would make us ultimately happy.  We not only decided that we would stop postponing pregnancy, but we would actively seek it.  Once we looked carefully into our situation and realized that we no longer needed to be afraid of having children during a time that our society would have deemed “difficult” or “imperfect”, we realized that we were excited to have a child.  Our fear had masked the desire that God had put into our hearts to have a little one.  In December 2010, five months after we were married, we started using NFP to conceive.

The change in our relationship was remarkable.  We were instantly more relaxed and in sync with one another.  And yes, our intimate time together was much improved.  Instead of feeling relieved each month when I realized I wasn’t pregnant, we were sad, but we trusted God’s timing.  In March of 2011, we conceived our little peanut and we couldn’t be happier.  Everything is just the same as it was when we got married, everything except our hearts.  My husband is still a grad student and we are living on a small stipend.  In fact, our situation would seem even less welcoming to a child than it was when we were first married, as we are moving in about three weeks for my husband’s schooling to a place where we do not have family or a support system.  Yet we are so at peace with our young, growing family.  Our hearts and lives are very different than when we married less than a year ago and we look forward to the future together in the way that God intended it: open to life.

We have decided that after our little one is born, that we will not be using NFP in the foreseeable future.  We recognize that there may be reasons in the future that we will need to postpone pregnancy, but we are much more confident in relying on God’s timing and his protection regarding our family.

As for the young woman who planted the seed of truth in our lives, I have yet to tell her how drastically she changed our lives and repaired our relationship with our fertility, with each other, and with the Lord.  I feel like it’s a conversation I’d like to have with her in person someday.  She and her husband are expecting their own little miracle in August.
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On Watermelons

I posted about our 43 pound watermelon yesterday and was asked two questions.

1. Did it taste good?!

2. Where do you store 43 pounds of watermelon after it’s cut into?!!

 

I will answer those in just a moment, but first I wanted to tell you about the watermelon fields down here. We actually live in the middle of produce country. Cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers and watermelons. Everyday we have a lot of trucks and old school buses driving by our house full of produce. The watermelons come by in old school buses. The back part is cut off and the seat area is full of watermelons. We call them Watermelon Buses in our house and they drive by many times a day, taking the harvest to market.  Sometimes the Watermelon Bus will lose a melon or two and they end up smashed on the side of the road. Those melons look very red and delicious, just sitting there crushed and yummy. And those are the ones smashed on the side of the road.

So, when we were at the Farmer’s Market on Saturday we were excited to see watermelons for sale. We bought the 43 pound one for a mere $8! Joshua took it to the van and while the kids and I looked at a few other stands. We stopped at one to buy summer squash and some corn. The Farmer at the stand was talking to us and must have been charmed by my adorable children (that or thought that we really really needed it because Caecilia was wearing a ratty dress that day ) and gave us a watermelon.

Now, I can answer those questions!

1. I have no idea how the 43 pound watermelon tastes, yet. However the smaller one is wonderful.

2. You invite people over to help you eat it. Hopefully there will not be too much left over.

 

And yes, Paulette, Karol will be more than willing to help eat it all! On Sunday night, we let him eat as much as he wanted. He learned that there is a such thing at too much watermelon, but he had a lot of fun getting to that point.

 

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Now That’s A Watermelon!

We picked this watermelon up at the Farmer’s Market on Saturday

If you look really, really, really close, you will see the number 43 written on it. This is the weight of the thing, 43 pounds. No, really, I stepped on the scale with it and gained 43 pounds.

Karol with the watermelon. It weighs just a little less than he! Now that’s a watermelon.

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Hodgepodge

I have been trying to write a post for a few days, but really, my brain cells are shot from all the organizing I am doing, okay trying to do. So, here are some topics I have wanted to blog about but do not have the brain power to do a whole post on them.

*Today I went to Valdosta to meet Joshua and take Karol to get a passport. That was not nearly as painful as I thought it would be. Turns out the Post Office here in Valdosta gets a lot passport applications, so they have a guy set up to do it. There was actually a line today to. There was a woman in front of us and two groups behind us!

After the PO, we stopped by the shipping store to drop off a bunch of shipments of Pew Cards for And With Your Spirit. Then we took Joshua back to work.

The kids have been crazy the past few days, so I decided to stop by a park with them. Yes, we live on an acre of land, move of which they can run on to their hearts’ content, but there are those pesky gnats. They tend to chase the kids in after about 10 minutes. The kids enjoyed the park and I enjoyed my phone conversation with Andrea. (and the text conversation that followed.) We had not eaten lunch yet and it was getting on 230 at this point, so I started scooting the kids to the van. I heard thunder, so I started scooting them a bit faster. I have seen lightening come out of clear blue sky down here, so I wasn’t taking any chances. We grabbed lunch, dropped some off with Joshua, then headed home.

On the way home, it turned three o’clock, so I told the kids we were going to pray a chaplet. Margaret screamed the entire time that it hurt her to hear it. (Nice) Karol, on the other hand prayed along with me and even asked to lead a decade! After we got home, Karol took to setting the table for lunch and getting food out for everyone. Well, no, wait. If I recall correctly, he gave everyone food and I brought plates to the table after I changed Benedict’s diaper. Karol even helped clean up after lunch, it was like I had a totally different child!

*Today, I was driving past the local university and saw that the lawn was being watered, along with the sidewalk. Is it just me, or is there something wrong about watering the lawn when we are in the midst of a severe drought? I see the dust on the fields around our house. I see the dust get kicked up when the thunderstorms (mostly lightening and thunder, little rain) come though. I would never dream of watering my lawn while the local farmers are working so hard to save their fields. Solidarity, people, solidarity.

*Tomorrow we are going to support our local farmers and head up to Tifton, Georgia to go to the Farmer’s Market. I am really looking forward to it. They have a pretty good website as well as a frequently updated F.Book page. A lot of the vendors have blogs, websites or fb pages, that are nice and kept up to date, too. I am getting hungry just thinking about going and eating lots of fresh stuff! I think we may just make a lunch out of it.

*Speaking of lunch, Karol was a very good boy for me a few weeks ago, so I told him he would be able to go out with me, just me, for lunch. Of course, we ended up finally closing that week, so I have had to put off our outing. He has asked, multiple times, if we could go to the waffle house. He has never been before, nor have I for that matter. I think he just wants to go because of the name.

*On the flip side of the good child coin, we have Caecilia. Where does this child find crayons and stickers. I know I put them up and out of reach, how does she find them. As I type this, there is a pile of stickers stuck to the carpet on the landing. Fun.

*Now there is a storm coming in, so I should wrap this up. We have lost power with the last two out of three storms and I am hoping that is not the case with this one.

 

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Iced Coffee, recipe courtesy of The Pioneer Lady. It is great. I made it with decaf, so I won’t have the shakes later today. I do love coffee though, I really really love coffee. I packed my coffee pot parts in different boxes and did not find all of them until Saturday. I still cannot find the grinder, so I picked up pre-ground at the store.

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A happy Bencky-Becnk. Can you see his teeth? He has three of them now. One of his favorite things to do these days is cruise around and take a bite out of his parents’ toes. Do you see his little curls? His hair is has curls like Karol and Caecilia had/have.

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Here is Karol asking for coffee. Do you see those eyes, begging, pleading, dying for coffee? Of course I told him no, well to his own cup, he was able to take a sip of mine.

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The haze in these pictures is not fog, but smoke.

 

South Georgia is in a drought. Last month, less than an inch of rain fell, just .67 of an inch in an area with a normal rain fall of around 2.32 inches. This month we are at .58 of an inch and  halfway through the month that normally sees around 4.49 inches.

Because of the drought, we are seeing wild fires around here. Last night the winds shifted, so we are getting smoke from some of the fires burning southeast of us. (You can see the map here) I could smell it when I woke up this morning, even with the windows closed.

The top picture in the {real } section is the view from our front yard and those are cucumbers.
The other two pictures are views from our back patio. Those are pecan trees. Click on any picture in the post to enlarge it.

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Our Engagement Story

Betty Beguiles is hosting a The Story of How You Became Engaged link-up, click here to read more stories!

Well, I think everyone who knows us, knows how we met. Joshua was in Seminary and I was helping out with a youth retreat there. Our friendship began that cold, snowy weekend in 2003 but the romance did not begin until after he had discerned he was not called to the priesthood and after I had heard God firmly close the door to a religious vocation for me. Let me say clearly, at no point while Joshua was in seminary did I have a thought about him as anything other than a friend and he will say the same thing about me.


In July 2003, I received a phone call from Joshua letting me know that he was leaving the seminary and the order he was in as he had discerned that he was not called to priesthood. My response, vocally, at that time, was something along the line of “Oh, yeah, okay, well, keep in touch”. However, in my heart, deep down, I heard and felt something. That something was that Joshua was now available and we could be more than friends. As I had never had a thought of that before, ever, it scared me and I pushed the thought aside and buried it deep in my heart, but I felt there had been a shift in our friendship.  I went about things after that and really forgot about what I had felt and thought. Two weeks later, I was visiting a convent, and it was there that I heard God say that pray as I want, I was not called to be a religious sister. So I headed back to Columbus, knowing that I was called to marriage.

A few weeks later he called to tell me that he was coming to Columbus to pick up things he had left at the seminary and was in need of a place to stay. I hooked him up with my friend Jon which was convenient as Jon lived upstairs from me, so we could all visit. I will tell you that thought I had a few weeks before that was so firmly tucked away, that I had never thought of it while planning his visit, until, I received The Phone Call saying his car broke down and asking if I would I come to get him, and even then only sub-conscientiously. I prayed like I had never had before, in that car ride to get him. (Two rosaries and a Divine Mercy Chaplet, all the while chewing my nails to stubs!) I honestly did not know why I was so darn nervous.

I made it to the service station where he had managed to make it to and found him sleeping in the car. I walked over to him and well, fumbled some words, but I have no recollection what they were. His response was “Don’t ever wake me up again” (in a teasing tone) and my thought was “but what about when we are married?” Yeah, I was pretty freaked out at this point. I prayed that my bubbly, talkative personality would not take over and that I could be meek and quiet the ride home. THEN Joshua started flirting with me. I kid you not. He flirted. I was so darn flustered I could hardly breathe and I hope that my face did not betray my thoughts. We made it back to Columbus and invited a few people over to hang out. It was during that time that Joshua and realized that we needed to talk about something. After everyone left, he professed his love for me. My response was “How can you love me? I can’t cook”. Yeah, smooth. We knew that night, though, that we would be married.

So the actually proposal, I know, that is the point of the post right?

October 18, 2003 at the Adoration Chapel in St. Elizabeth Hospital, Lafayette, Indiana, we had just finished praying the rosary when Joshua reached in to his pocket and took the ring out of the box and asked me to be his wife, forever. I said yes. We held tight to each other as we finished our Holy Hour.

After leaving the chapel, we headed out to find a place to eat and celebrate, but being after 10 pm in Lafayette, our choices were limited. We ended up at White Castles. No, I am not making that up and it was the first time I had ever been there. I said “I have never eaten there before and I am not going to on the night we got engaged”.  It was only the beginning of the many times Joshua has forced me to try something new, to expand my horizons and to break out of my shell.

Just under a year later, we were married at St. Boniface Roman Catholic Church in Lafayette, Indiana on October 2, 2004.

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Snoods!

For a while, I have been wanting to purchase a snood, to help keep my hair in place while doing my household chores and to keep my hair from becoming part of dinner. Ew, gross, I can’t believe I just wrote that, but it does happen, once to a dear friend. He was very gracious and came over many more times for dinner.

I have been hesitant to purchase one though, for fear that I might not like it or t might not work in my slick hair. Then I saw Cam over at A Woman’s Place is having a give away! Check her out. Also check out her shop, A Snood for all Seasons.

 

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This is the view from one of the living room windows. Those trees you see are Pecan Trees, while we don’t have any one our property, they sure are pretty to look at!

 

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I have found that when moving with children, the first thing you need to bring out is toys. Benedict was quite happy in the middle of this pile.

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I find this funny, all the toys dumped out and the big kids no where to be found. This is pretty normal at our house. The nice thing about the new house is that they will not be dumped out in the living room for much longer, toys are only for the rec room!

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I took a load of boxes out this morning, on my way to meet the bug person. The stuff on the pool table is what we took out last night. Slowly, we are getting it all out there.

 

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