I commute to the quilt shop in this town.
Just before I get there, I pass by this train that has been left rusting on these tracks for years.
Every Tuesday, this song runs through my head all day long.
Davy Jones could so make me shake my maracas.
Born, raised and lived in Kansas all my life. Then in November of 2007, my husband and I moved to the east coast. My husband's dream has been to renovate an old house. So, here we are in a house built in 1890 and we work hard to keep it from falling down around our ears. Sometimes I wonder, "What were we thinking!?"
My blog is about what is happening in my life as I adjust to living in the south, adjust to being an empty nester, adjust to menopause, adjust to being a grandma...|
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Built in the 1890s. For more pictures of our home, check out my photos on Flickr.
5 comments:
Shake your maracas!!! LOL!!!!
I needed that giggle.
I'm surprised the train isn't covered in kudzu vines. Cool pic.
I'm surprised the train is not covered with graffiti, around here that would be the case...you cracked me up with the maracas shaking!!
Ahhh, great song, loved it and I would probably join you in shaking my maracas...lol...great shots to go with it by the way,
Molly
Be careful when driving and shaking your maracas at the same time!!!
That could be a moving violation. :)
Know the feeling senorita!
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