
I remember my days as a working woman. I worked in another village about 5-10 minutes away, according to the traffic on the roads. Driving the same route twice a day can be a little boring. Of course I always kept my eyes on the road, but my camera was always on the car seat next to me. When I had a red light and had to stop I ta hrefook a photo, and so I had quite a collection. Looking back on it all, I am glad as I have some good memories of my working life.
FOWC with Fandango: Driven
I do the same! And, I just realized that I’ve been following your blogs for probably 10 years and although I know alot about you, I don’t know your name!
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Same here. My name is Patiricia, but everyone calls me Pat which I prefer. And I have also been following you with your wonderful photos from Mexico, for me something completely different.
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Hi Pat! When I first moved to Mexico, my sister Patti, my best friend Patty and my sister’s best friend Patty all visited me at the same time, and if I’m not wrong, my college friend Judy was there as well. Three Pats and two Judy’s!!!
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Yes. we Pats are everywhere.
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Actually, my mother’s name was Pat as well.
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That’s lovely, Pat. You’ve brought back memories of some of my own drives.
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It used to be routine daily, but those times are now gone.
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