Random thoughts about life in my house: things that happen and struggles of being a parent to a brilliant daughter and to an autistic son.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
There was a young Hispanic man in the Panera this morning getting coffee. I saw him stir in copious amounts of cream, the contents looked like dirty milk. He laughed when I asked, "¿Leche con cafe?"
I am a fifty-something mom of two, wife, a messy housekeeper, and a retired computer programmer. I enjoy golf, quilting, knitting, pottery and racking up steps on my fitbit.
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