I will no longer refer to this place as "Austin," but name it Owens Ranch, my spread along the Colorado River in Texas (technically and legally, my daughter's house).
I just spent two hours weeding the garden, in high humidity, sweating buckets -- that's ownership.
Damn, that feels good.
The previous post talks of being "worn out." Today, the earth gives me strength.
This is really interesting stuff
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How Frog Hospital got its name
News and commentary by Fred Owens in LaConner, a small town in the Skagit Valley. The story behind the name: There was once a grocery store in a quonset hut, run by Mr. Grobschmidt. Clyde, an old drunk who lived out on the river, thought that Mr. Grobschmidt looked like a frog, so he took to calling the store the "Frog Hospital." Now the quonset hut, Mr. Grobschmidt, and Clyde are all gone -- only this blog survives to carry on the Frog Hospital tradition.
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- one hour
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- Boston Legal
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