Christian. Prayers and candles. Mom. Shorts, t-shirt, tennis shoes, and flip-flops. Wife. Sexy black dress and heels.
Sister, daughter, cousin, aunt...
Realtor, matchmaker, advocate, negotiator. Houses to homes.
Austin. Lake Travis.
Texas Hill Country.
Exploring, learning, meeting awesome people. Making friends. Helping make dreams come true.
Aiming at being a blessing to everyone I meet.
Coming from contribution.
Family historian. Friend. Memories. photographs. Dancing, full moons, evenings listening to music.
The beach, the hills, the desert, the mountains. Outside vs. in, a Nikon around my neck. Rivers, lakes, oceans.
Bluejeans and boots.
Pen and paper. Books. words, words, words. Coffee on the porch in the morning, wine on the porch in the evening.
Camping. Bonfire on cold nights. Ping-pong, drums, movies, popcorn.
Rocking chairs, porch swings.
Butterflies, dragonflies, tarantulas, daddy-long-legs. Sunny days.
Clouds, white or stormy. Sunsets, sunrises. Wildflowers, especially purple. Autumn leaves.
Learning something new every day. Remembering to be grateful. A continuing story.
Relishing the adventure.
Why do I blog?
Diaries, letters, and scrapbooks
became journals, writing classes and essays
became Long Hollow.
(and a few fictional works in progress...)
But what the heck is Long Hollow?
Well, Long Hollow is actually just that, a hollow...a small valley surrounding Long Hollow Creek in the Texas Hill Country. We built our dream home here beside the creek, a mile down a dirt road. We really are building it ourselves... and that's why it's not finished yet.
We call it our 30-year-project.
...and who are these people I'm always talking about?
Tom: my sweet husband (read our story HERE)
Tommy, Kirby, Daniel, TG, and TG's B: my three kids, daughter-in-law, and daughter's boyfriend, who tolerate me writing about them. Barely.
Max: our giant German Shepherd/Great Dane mix who adopted us when he was a puppy (he wandered up, apparently abandoned, and I fell in love right away!) He left a giant-sized hole in our hearts and family, but I'm so grateful for the memories we have of him. I miss him.
Belle: Max's puppy. (Max just looked so sad after Charly died!) She loved her Max, but is totally cool with being a house dog now, keeping a close watch on all of us. She's a wonderful combination of Rottweiler with (we think) a dash of Beagle and Jack Russell, and an awesome "assistant" in my real estate business, with her own spot in my office.
Josie: My grandpuppy! She looks like a smaller version of Belle, and is very confused that Belle is now a house dog, too.
Charly: a lab/Lacy mix who took such wonderful care of us for 13 years. I miss him.
Frankie: a guinea fowl who adopted us, along with his friend Ruthie. Something got Ruthie soon after they settled in, but Frankie became one of the family. Something eventually got him, too. I miss seeing his funny little face peering in at me and listening to his constant chatter on our morning walks.
Thanks for stopping by!
Please leave a comment or send me a note - I'd love to hear from you!
barbarashallue (at) yahoo (dot) com.