Sometimes You Just Have To Be Smarter

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This old gal…

Was sad to leave Little Cottage…except…for one thing…that road construction project…wreaking havoc…in more ways than one…

Couldn’t park nearby…obviously…couldn’t breathe…surprisingly…couldn’t hear….ears ringing…annoyingly…

Felt sick…both of us…it lasting forever…then neighbors began to talk…about a cold…a weird cold…a cold like they’d never…had before…

Because they hadn’t…that dust…concrete dust…those molds…drifting from the dirt of the ancient underground creek…flying in the air…so glad…to be free…

Followed doctor’s orders…antibiotics…saline rinse…air purifier…and maybe…skip town a bit…let the dust settle…

But the Hill Country…has its own kind of dust…Cedar Fever dust…which…when it hits…could challenge concrete dust…any old day…

And so it is…sometimes in life…you have to be smarter…than the average…Cedar Tree…and for once…come…prepared…hehe…haha…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…