The Texas Dandelion grows in pastures and along roadsides, but seems to do best on lawns.

Lynn Loughmiller
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A Dandelion Bouquet

Sharlene is the woman who inspired Lois to say, "I hope they don't decide to have kids." I don't know how to describe Sharlene -- perhaps she is just beyond description. Although I find her to be quite entertaining, just sitting at the same table with her made Tom so tired that he came home and went straight to bed.

Sharlene's claim to fame is her ability to drop pearls of conversation from far, far left field. One of the tidbits from last night -- "We have sex once a week, on Saturday." She confronted a total stranger in the restaurant saying, "That is my husband, Shane and my ex-step-mother-in-law and her husband." Her chatter is constant and ninety miles an hour at all times. She has no decorum; there are no taboo subjects.

Tom may never take us to that restaurant again for fear of running into them.

I was a few minutes late picking Daniel up after school today so he had started walking home. When I did pick him up, he had already covered a block or two and had a nice bouquet of dandelions for me. See why I love him so much? Actually, I'd probably love him anyway, but those thoughtful little things he does really make my day.

I learned something about mockingbirds this morning. As much time as I spend out listening to them, I've never noticed the mockingbird song ritual. Tom pointed it out to me. They sort of jump. Usually perched as high as they can be, they'll sing for awhile, then do a little fly up in the air thing and land back down where they were to begin with.

I watched two other songsters this evening and sure enough, they do the same thing. I'm impressed. Why do they do that?

My first interview for EnterView is officially published. I published it myself non-officially earlier in the week by accidently sending it to the entire diary-l(ist) instead of to the publisher.