Month: August 2013

The Top 5 Lessons I’ve Learned at Maples at the Sonatas

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Mostly Musings

I had just pulled out of my driveway this morning when I noticed a woman and child walking toward their car in our parking lot. I stopped and lowered my window. Can I help you? I asked. I was hoping to find someone, but I must be too early. The office doesn’t open for another half hour, but maybe I can help you. I live here, and sometimes they let me help out in the […]

Moving Pains

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I WILL NEVER MOVE AGAIN. I said these words to anyone who would listen to me when I was moving into my Abbey. I have heard them spoken many times since then as new neighbors have come in our community. Words spoken slowly with emphasis, spoken with heartfelt fervor, spoken with firm revolve. This is it. I (we) will never move again. I heard the words twice this week. Once from a new neighbor, Bill, […]

Woodstock Makes a Big-time List

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I still remember the woman who wouldn’t get out of the car. She and her husband were driving around on a Sunday afternoon, looking at model homes. But he walked into our sales office alone. “My wife won’t come in,” he said a little sheepishly. “She refuses to live this far out.” I never found out if she considered Woodstock too far from Chicago, too far from its suburbs, or too far from wherever else […]