Tom’s Google Reader Christy’s Google ReaderPosted by Tom on September 30, 2002
A day has 24 hours
Each hour filled with unceasing thoughts
One day my anxieties will be put to rest
A day in the future is a blank page
A day in the past is a guide
One day I will find balance
A day is like a thousand years
A thousand years is like a day
One day I will marry and raise a family
The only thing one day does not have
Is now
One day at a time
Posted 9/30/2002 at 12:53 PM
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Posted by Tom on September 27, 2002
Peace and quiet.
Love and support.
Family and friendship.
The simple things in life that we often forget… neglect.
They’re so essential… valuable.
Only after awhile do we realize where we’ve been all this time.
And we find ourselves
Waking up to a new day.
Posted 9/27/2002 at 2:14 PM
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Posted by Tom on September 18, 2002
It happens often unexpectedly.
Life throws you a curve ball.
You can either duck and cover…
Or hit it out of the park.
Posted 9/18/2002 at 7:29 PM
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Posted by Tom on September 13, 2002
Random images swirling in my head
I’m on a train, going nowhere
The track has weird curves
I don’t know how we are staying on course
The conductor’s steady hand keeps us on track
Suddenly, I hear strange tones
Foreign, yet vaguely familiar…
The conductor looks at me as if it’s time for me to do something
I’m not sure what
The tones get louder
Finally, I roll out of the train and stumble across the soft, cushy carpet
Hello alarm clock
Grogginess
Yawn
I rub my eyes
I stumble into the bathroom and flip the switch
Dizziness and confusion flood my senses
Hello light
Time passes
The shower calls my name
“Come to me… let me introduce your day with my warm embrace.”
I am haplessly caught in its trance
It becons for me again and I am drawn to it
I open the doors and reach for the faucet
Far above, the shower watches me in silence
I turn the knob
A blast of cold water assaults the head of yet another weary victim
Hello shower
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Posted by Tom on September 12, 2002
That’s the tough part about life
Time passes
Seasons bleed
And then you’re done
Posted 9/12/2002 at 9:27 PM
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Posted by Tom on September 12, 2002
The week is over.
Lot’s of great memories.
No regrets.
7 more months seems like an eternity.
It will be over sooner than I think.
Time to prepare.
Thanks, Christy… you’re the best!
Take my picture steal my soul
Put me somewhere you’re in control
Call me something you understand
But you cannot hammer down a journey man
I am neither this nor that
I’m not here or there
I am in between something
Something and somewhere
Well I would like to say
That everything works just one way
And I’m sorry but I can’t
‘Cause all the answers are not at my command
So I’ll fly with what I know
But I’ll step lightly where I land
I am neither this nor that
I’m not here or there
I am in between something
Something and somewhere
A pilgrim in progress
A wish that’s on the way
Hidden for the moment
But this is where I am today
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Posted by Tom on September 11, 2002
It was one year and one day ago today…
I finished reading a really good book.
The Two Towers
Coincidence?
I remember wondering what would happen after I read the third in the series…
The Return of the King
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Posted by Tom on September 1, 2002
There’s been a change… her flight now arrives 2 hours earlier!
17 hours, 58 minutes, 5 seconds…
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