Sentences with phrase «walking home up»

Walking home up the hill he dropped to the sidewalk flat on his back and didn't move.

Sudden winter storms create havoc and, here in the «hood, mean walking home up the steep icy hill unless you have a great four - wheel drive vehicle.

(there were no desserts, so that wasn't even a temptation) We got back (walked home up a mountain!)

This left us in a tricky situation of having to walk home up the steep hills, which isn't the best idea at night.

Not exact matches

Masciovecchio, who was born in the nearby village of Paganica, says he has lost all hope of ever returning to his former home and speaks bitterly as he walks around the boarded up houses and debris in the narrow streets where he used to live.

Once you've cleaned up your home and gone out for a few walks to take in some of that much overdue...

Maybe you remember walking up to certain porches that had large panels with dated speakers and a red button, announcing the fact that this home was equipped with Jetsons - like technology of a doorbell intercom.

What's more, a home inspection could give you a reason to walk away from the home you wanted if you realize that it's not up to par.

09 / 17 / 17 - Big Pine Key, FloridaÑRyan OÕBrien walks towards his devastated home on Big Pine Key as he tries to clean up after Hurricane Irma hit the Big Pine Key the area destroying most of the homes in the community.

Now each day after my class, I call my Mom on my walk home from the studio (while she's also on her way home from her studio) and we chat about our classes and get caught up with each other.

What if — very soon, not in some distant, undefined future — you prepare for work by firing up a laptop in your home office, walking into a storefront you've opened, phoning a client who trusts you for helpful advice, or otherwise doing what you want instead of what someone tells you to do?

Goff grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area, where he would often walk a mile and a half to his grandmother Mary's home.

And at the same time, I see our homes and our travels, our tears and our laughter, I see him standing in the room and weeping over tea - towels with never - babies inside, and I see us holding the now - growing - up babies as they learn to walk, and I see him looking at me across our old bed that he built with his own hands and I see us as kids and I see us as lovers and I see us as best friends, and I see us just last night as we staggered through a sleepless night with lanky kids who couldn't sleep well and I think, God, we grew up together.

I woke up in a Soho doorway The policeman knew my name He said, «You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away» I staggered back to the underground The breeze blew back my hair I remembered throwing punches around And preachin» from my chair

Around our streets some people really go to town, so to speak and decorate the outside of their homes with reindeers, father Christmas, snowmen, icicles, stars, trains etc, my wife and I walk round to admire these and all the various Christmas trees all lit up in peoples homes.

Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.

He'll be surrounded by the lay in his new home, which will allow him to keep doing what he's been up to the past couple of weeks: celebrating Mass in groups, sharing meals with his guests and going on walks outside...

That young redbud tree delicately budding in my front yard in early spring, that golden haze in which the rolling hills close to my home are bathed on a summer morning, that lovely pond on my walk home from work out of whose rushes a red - winged blackbird almost invariably flies up as I pass by in early autumn, that winter belt of trees across the street transformed by an ice storm into a glittering fairyland — all those beauties of which nature is so achingly and serendipitously full are likewise my modest sources of healing and renewal.

It was his custom, every Saturday and Sunday, to get up before dawn and walk nine miles from his home to Mass and then attend classes to deepen his knowledge of the Catholic faith.

But in the mornings, I want to write about the gloriousness of the mundane life, the wonder of all of us walking each other home for another day, the holiness of how we all save each other, every day, we are sacred in our daily rhythms, this is the life we're living and it's right now, and so put the coffee on, there is grace for all of us, there is something holy in just waking up to start all over again, new.

He loves to play soccer, watch (and yell at) televised college football, and every day when we go on a walk, he has to pick up «the coolest rock» to bring home to his collection.

Children in such a home are always walking on eggshells, antennae up in the air, trying to sniff out which parent will show up that evening — the caring one or the neglectful one, the one who disparages and demeans them or the one who overindulges them by drowning them in kindness as compensation for past abuse.

I love scripture, I love how parents are instructed in Deuteronomy to talk about the Lord «when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.»

I walked into my home office at 5:30 am most mornings, and often didn't wrap up until 10:00 pm.

If I, for example, go to a man's home — let's say he's married and has three kids — and I pull up, and there's a huge bass boat and ATVs and hunting and fishing gear and new golf clubs and a golf cart, and the house is falling apart, and the wife is driving a beater car, and I walk in, and the kids are wearing threadbare clothes, I know exactly who and what he loves.

That evening, he walked back home and told how he woke up and found himself surrounded by dead bodies, and ran out the window» @Cheese» «He never actually died,»

You might wind up walking home with 99 problems and a sheep, just one — it's bad economics.

When Paul broke up with me, I gave him back everything he'd ever gifted to me and told him to walk across campus and go home.

I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name He said «You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away»

Of course we were curious enough to walk up and have a look at the almost completed dream homes.

Waking up fairly early, knowing I'm going to see light from sunrise to sunset, a challenging class of yoga, cycle to brunch and finding a spot in the sun somewhere outside, walking through a new part of London, meeting friends in the evening for a catch up, cooking a new dish back home and then a cup of fennel tea before bed.

I walked while practice went on and then came home to start cleaning and whipped up this batch of cookies.

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On the walk home, up the stairs, brushing teeth... The image of a big pile of, whispy, thinly sliced scallions kept popping into my head.

That meant packing a cooler and a blanket, setting up on a lawn of some sort, and have a home cooked dinner while watching famous singers and songwriters perform, watching a military tattoo perform a rifle drill, or take a walk through a historical park.

But I had the willpower to keep on walking lol So I came home and hit up Google for some gluten free Samoa cookie recipe's.

His strikeouts are way down, his walks are way up, and he's allowed two home runs for every nine innings he's pitched.

I was home from Florida one weekend and me and my boys were walking up a street.

Shanahan's take, not in his words but paraphrased: Here's a guy who was shot by his father when he was 16 months old, who didn't have a home in high school, who just found places to stay at night, who had death threats against him after his college process, and now, he's got his life together enough to be great at football, he's a great teammate, he lights up the room when he walks in...

Sepeda banged up his shoulder just before the season started during football practice for the Nighthawks, but it was an incident on a September afternoon walking home from school last fall that really made the family question whether or not he would wrestle, or even live.

Andy Morales, a member of the 1949 Bowie High baseball team, used to walk the eight blocks from his home up to Alameda Avenue, the local stretch of U.S. Highway 80, the artery that ran from San Diego to the Georgia coast.

Walk rates went up, fly ball and home run rates went up, and ground ball rates went down.

And in Philadelphia, while Stan was walking to the dugout after a home - plate ceremony in his honor, a Philadelphia fan bellowed from the upper deck: «Musial, you bum, I hope you strike out every time you come up.»

After we loose to man u in the same way as all previous games then its time for fans to turn up the heat on Wenger and board in last 5 mins of game we start booing and then say we want Wenger out say we want Wenger out and keep it going if necessary every game home and away Wenger is thick skinned but even he won't be able to handle that it may take time but he will buckle and walk away then its job done!

well thay were playing like spurs... but we didn't beat them now that thay think «harry kane» is on king sanchez level we're gonna show up bust thier a ** open and walk bk home with the 3 points....

But if we allow imaginative space for short - term love, then an ending may signal a deeper loyalty, not to setting up of a home and domestic routines, but to a deep appreciation and admiration one felt for someone for a time; we'll walk away with a fair and generous sense of all that has been preserved and enhanced by the relationship not being forced to last forever.»

Living in alignment with your values may be a matter of «just doing it» (getting up 30 minutes earlier and taking a brisk walk) or it may require more daunting changes (downsizing to a smaller home).

You could start by having your child set up a special homework station somewhere in the new house, and practicing the walk from home to school.

Having supplies on each level of your home will prevent having to walk up and down the stairs.

One day we got home from an hour or so drive, got him out and set him down to walk inside, and he fell down crying in pain because his legs had been scrunched up for too long and cramped.