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Hearing Things
The mouse business began last month when a bad aroma began to annoy me. I nervously checked the compost crock and the garbage can and even peeked in the oven to see if a piece of meat had been left to die there. My nose finally led me under the sink to a forgotten mouse trap. Sure enough, there was a little furry creature ripening under the hot water pipe. Gag me. The snare and its little feast of long dried up peanut butter had been prepared several month previous; set by WR in response to my reminders (nagging) that we needed to be prepared for the winter mouse invasion. I'd left the primed trap alone, acknowledging each time I noticed it with careful avoidance. After our catch, we were once again aware that the field mice had found shelter under the house. And, that at least one had squeezed through the small opening around the kitchen pipes into the warm cabinet under the sink. WR set another trap with fresh peanut butter. Now I am paranoid. I keep hearing things: Paper...


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isn't that enough to make you weep...
Rich and I grew much closer as we got older. We told jokes, watched movies and listened to music together. He was one of the most interesting people I ever met. And he cared about his family and friends. He was a dreamer and a fighter. I am thankful that he married Hollie, because now I have another cousin. But no one could replace Richie, ever. I hold him very near and dear to my heart and will spend my lifetime making sure that he is remembered. He deserves that much. I miss him so much...
He's being missed,but I'm glad I got to know him as much as I did.
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