Carpe Diem!
How about if we make this another place to come home to. We all have many stories to share with one another, stories that might otherwise be lost. Stories I want to hear. I'll start. Jump in wherever you want!
I had a dream that Cuchetto meant something. The meaning took me by surprise, and was significant, but I can't remember what that something was.
But, I guess that's part of the key: was.
Here I am, one among many, brought back into the Cuchetto family. Leaving Maine was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Coming home, back to Chicago, was not what I wanted. I didn't want to leave Red, Ramble Road, or Lois. I'll miss the church and the choir and Crescent Beach. I'll miss a lot of things. But, what a time I had! I learned a lot. I have a lot to look forward to.
I got what I needed, not what I wanted. Now, I am grateful to want what I got. I am glad to be home. I am grateful.
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Anonymous said
at 10:34 am on Mar 6, 2007
I have since learned that Cuchetto (Cuccetto?) refers to a [http://sira.arpat.toscana.it/mapserver/scripts/sisterims.dll?Run?svr=INTERNET_MS%26Func=open%26map=%22Toponomastica%22%26html%26zoom_in_box%26X1=1612158%26Y1=4871307%26X2=1612458%26Y2=4871547%26NOPIX=1]mountain range in Italy[/a].
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