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From The Publisher's Desk
I can’t remember the last time I spent a Saturday doing nothing. All summer I pushed myself to get up early and race to the farmers market, fearful I’d miss the first or the last strawberries of the season. I spent Saturdays this fall working on The Triplicate’s 2010 budget. In November, I traveled for the birth of my granddaughter. Then it was baking, shopping and preparing for the holidays.
New Year’s Eve I went to Salem to visit baby Kayla. Her mom and dad let me babysit while they went out to dinner for the first time in eight weeks. I returned home Sunday night and was back to work Monday morning.
Last Saturday was my day to do nothing. “Lolling,” my girlfriend Denise calls it.
Doing nothing makes me restless. I went out and picked leeks and carrots in the garden and started a soup for Sunday. While it simmered I threw in a load of wash and cleaned a bathroom.
Rick was doing his own kind of lolling on the upstairs sofa with a book propped convincingly on his chest to appear like he was reading it.
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