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In a recent post I mentioned that we don’t “do” television. There were a number of emails that came in as a result of that post. I responded to many of those one on one, but thought I’d post a few of my responses here.

Here we go…

You think your doing your children good because you don’t have tv stationes coming into your home, but your not. PBS has good shows with education for your kids. There are other stations to. People with cable television aren’t bad parents.

You are absolutely right about everything. I do think I’m doing my children good by not paying for cable stations. The amount of junk doesn’t, in my opinion, outweigh the value. I know there are educational stations, but I daresay PBS is not what it once was back when we were children.

P.S. In an effort to be honest, I did not edit your email. It is killing me.

How do your children act when they go somewhere with television?

See above photo at my parents’ house.

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Kenny and I spent a large portion of yesterday with my Mother. It made for an enjoyable, relaxing day. We got up, showered, dressed and leisurely headed to over to see Izzy on the square at Bluebonnet Antiques. My Mother, along with the others who lease space in this building, “keeps” the store twice a month. The kids usually like visiting Bluebonnet-there is always plenty to see, but mostly because it sits next door to King’s Candy, an old soda fountain and candy store that has been around this town since my Dad was a boy.

I enjoy visiting my Mother when I can at Bluebonnet; it is a cozy place to be. Like most antique stores, it is overflowing with the past, present, and even the future…some new person’s collections waiting to be found. These old buildings are very much alive with their peeling walls, slightly musty scent, groaning wooden floors and general disarray. Today Kenny and I climbed the creaky old stairs up to the second floor to see what new things my Mother had circulated into her area.

My mother has always had an eye for arranging things beautifully. Unlike many other vendors, she caresses her area into a living space. Things are added, not stacked. Items are placed, not lined-up. There is organization, but in a way that makes you feel like you’ve stepped into your grandmother’s home, not just drove up to a garage sale.

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Irony is stepping out of the shower, after two days of an emotionally-charged, circumstantial nightmare, and finding your middle daughter laying in your bed reading this book.

Can’t read the title? Let me help you.

“Judy Moody Was in a Mood. Not a Good Mood. A Bad Mood.”

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