This left us in a tricky situation of having to
walk home up the steep hills, which isn't the best idea at night.
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.
Walking home up the hill he dropped to the sidewalk flat on his back and didn't move.
(there were no desserts, so that wasn't even a temptation) We got back (
walked home up a mountain!)
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.