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Davy Jones’s lockerDavy Jones’s locker noun The bottom of the ocean, especially when regarded as the grave of those who perish at sea. [Davy Jones is personification of the sea or the spirit of the sea. But who was Davy Jones? Nobody knows, but if he was a real person chances are he was a sailor.] “Davy Jones’s locker is the ultimate commons: vast, ownerless and largely unknown.” Edward Car; The Sea: Going Deep; The Economist (London, UK); May 23, 1998. “Water depth is another tricky point. Super fish needs about 1m to stay afloat, but in the Whitsundays it can go from Davy Jones’s locker to bathtub level at the blink of an eye.” Barry Oliver; Dream Boat; The Australian (Sydney); Apr 19, 2003.
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Home is wonderful. Our routine is set, I have been practicing driving. I want to be able to help, if Bear needs me. We are closer to the church, which helps. We see doctor’s and work with the church. I appreciate home now. I caught myself smiling to myself and thinking, I am happy. It was a strange, good feeling. Barry and I have always had someone home with us. This is our first year ever totally alone in our home. It feels GREAT! Of, course we have the dog, she is just part of our family.
We enjoy our little Miss Ryder. She loves to take naps, chew on bones, and eat everything on our plates. We believe she makes her own list for the grocery. If she is not happy with what we get home, some gets shredded or disappears. She has Barry wrapped tightly around her little paw!
Off to finish the night with my hubby and the little gal! Our shows are about to start.
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