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Last week, my sister took in a lost domestic rabbit that was found hopping around somebody’s garden at McChord AFB.
After touring Reynolda, we made a quick stop at one of the most memorable places from my childhood: Krispie Kreme. 
Sure it looks like any old Krispie Kreme doughnut shop in any old place, but it isn’t. It’s one of the original stores from before you could get a Krispie Kreme doughnut in Arizona or Oregon or Hong Kong, for that matter. I actually have lots of memories of riding in the family van to this place filled with hope that the “Hot Doughnuts Now” sign would be illuminated. Unfortunately on this hot summer day… it was not. But for old time’s sake, we had to get a box to go.
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A couple of weeks ago we decided to take a day trip to Winstom Salem where my earliest memories come from. We got lunch with some longtime family friends and had a lot of fun visiting and catching up. We then embarked on a whirlwind day of sightseeing. If I could remember it, we visited it. First up on the memory tour was Reynolda House.
After a few days of scorching heat and merciless sunshine, it’s finally raining.
But for the record, it’s still 95 degrees so it sort of feels like a sauna on the sun porch, but that’s okay.
There are two rabbits that have apparently discovered that our dog Otto is perhaps no longer the best guard dog in the neighborhood and have made themselves quite comfortable in my parents’ backyard.
This weekend we went to the Cary Farmers’ Market. It was wonderful! SO many beautiful tomatoes, beans, melons, jams, and pastries. It was fantastic!
Surprisingly enough, now that there is a sufficient amount of time between me and my backyard laboring last summer when we had our giant tomato harvest of 2009 and the mini cornfield complete with invading bugs and sad, little corn harvest, I now have nothing but fond memories of the whole experience and can’t wait to be settled somewhere someday where we can grow our own food again. There is something really rewarding about eating food you’ve watched since it was just a little flower.
I’ve enjoyed getting spend some time with Otto over the last week or so. He is probably hands down the world’s best dog.
We got Otto in 1997 — right after we moved to Phoenix and just before we entered the oh so lovely eighth grade. I’ll spare everyone the story of what a difficult transition that was, but little Otto came to the rescue and cheered us up whenever we were feeling blue. There is really nothing quite like a puppy to cheer you up… especially when he’s adorable and about the size of a baked potato!
