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Watertown-resident Dianne Wheeler shares her experiences as a mother of a young daughter. Recently we had an adventure, for lack of a better word, involving a plastic cup and Watertown’s amazing fire and rescue. My three year old, being three and interested in small holes and crevices that seem just the right size for her fingers, wedged her pinky into the straw hole in the lid of a hard plastic cup. When she slid into the kitchen with her finger in the lid and said, “I can’t get my finger out,” I didn’t think much of it and was sure I could get it out. I unscrewed the lid from the cup and looked at her finger. She was not crying, and it seemed like no big deal. I brought her …
During the short burst of warm days we had in early April, I pursued my zeal for spring by beginning to clean up the yard, set up the barbecue and purchase a few new plants. I hung a freshly planted pansy just outside of my kitchen window from a hook on the porch. The deep purple flowers would help us hang on through all of those cold, gray days that would follow, reminding us that soon the yard and the town would be full of spring’s bounty. When I wished for bounty, I didn’t know what I would be in for. About two weeks after I hung the plant, I noticed one side of the flowers seemed squashed…
