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Bits and pieces, chasing moons and Carole King

Every Saturday/Sunday night I sit down at the computer to write to Ally and realize that I haven't written bits and pieces to her everyday like I told myself I would the weekend before....

I miss her terribly.  Can I say that enough?  I'm sorry, I can't.

I never thought I could miss anyone the way I do her.  Ever.  Period.

It's been a melancholy sort of night.

I had to go to the store to get some last minute things for tomorrow and when I came out the moon was just rising in the eastern sky.  Ohhh, wow!  Last night (or maybe it was the night before) there was a 'super moon' that apparently won't happen again for another 35 years.  Sadly though, the last few nights in Boise have been cloudy.

But tonight it's clear and the moon is still so magnificent and beautiful!

Coming out of the parking lot I decided to turn east instead of west... and thought "I'll just drive down State a little ways till I can get the perfect photo of it...." *sigh*.  Over 30 minutes later and after having driven through neighborhoods I'd hate to have my car break down in, I finally pulled over on a street somewhere behind the capital.  Yes, the capital.  And got a lousy picture of it.... through the trees.


Anyway, I've decided that trying to chase down a moon while listening to sad Carole King songs and thinking about how much I ache for my daughter is not the way I ever want to spend a Saturday night again.





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