tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861524779770164339.post8824056143206816771..comments2023-06-03T07:52:15.025-07:00Comments on Mama's Thyme: Hey Mom! Jack Frost came all over the yard!Lydiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17141594330508299140noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861524779770164339.post-16854467220785996112011-01-29T05:30:17.321-08:002011-01-29T05:30:17.321-08:00Diandra, happens to me all. the. time. Like think...Diandra, happens to me all. the. time. Like thinking about some obscure early 80's song that I haven't heard for years a minute before it comes on the radio, or the phone rings and without looking at the caller ID I know who it is.Lydiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17141594330508299140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3861524779770164339.post-84296410565954234392011-01-29T01:36:09.876-08:002011-01-29T01:36:09.876-08:00Sometimes that happens. Not in the "I say it ...Sometimes that happens. Not in the "I say it and it happens" way, but in the "I feel it coming, so I say something about it" way. I had something like that happening this week with a horrible crime that was all over the media a few months ago... I started thinking about it, in the ways of "How long until they finally catch that guy?", and three days later they got him. (It would be lovely to think my thinking did that, but in that case we'd also have a dozen dead colleagues this week...)Diandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14570498251611083259noreply@blogger.com