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It's Good to be a Peck

People have asked me for years if I miss having a daughter. Of course, you can't miss something you've never had, but they ask nonetheless. I'm from a family of five girls, and one brother, so I knew more about girl stuff when I was young. Now I know more about boy stuff; it has been a wonderful education.

In our family everyone has their specialty, or obsession, some might say. Bruce, of course, can invent and build anything you could ever want. Matt, well, he can do just about anything he sets his mind to, but his obsession is music. He has probably been to over 200 concerts in his short life and with living in London now, well--it's paradise for a music lover. Bill can play guitar like nobodies business, thus www.bill-peck.com. He got so fabulous because as a young teen he would play for eight hours a day. Hmmm..tough on the family sometimes but..that's what families are for. David is our finance guru; he can, and does, talk the pants off anyone about stocks, options, annuities, well you get the picture. And then there is Jonathan, our little computer wizard. He is always there when I need an answer about the computer. So you see, what more could a modern girl want in a family.

Speaking of Matt, he turned us on to something called Last.fm. It is a site where you can personalize your musical tastes and it will play music you like on your computer all day long. Get it?--the last fm radio you will ever need. Now that I'm not doing math homework I like to listen to his personal station imagining him listening in London at the same time.

Yesterday I heard a song on there called, Too Tough to Die. I guess that about sums it up for me. Naturally, when you are told by a doctor that you have a terminal illness it is a real blow, even if they are mistaken. Those are words that tend to stay with you. We all know it is inevitable, but still we don't want to hear it!

Some beautiful Plant City strawberries today--the last of the season.
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