Souvenirs
I spent a good portion of the day yesterday unplugged, at a friend’s house, knitting and drinking champagne and fruit juice, a basket of homemade cranberry muffins to nom upon and just good chatting and laughter. I haven’t felt so relaxed in weeks. Thank you all for your continued comments and stories of Rusty. Please [...]
Can you believe my pepper plants are still producing? It’s the ass end of December, and my peppers are still all, “JULY, BITCHES!” I think that’s a sign. An allegory, if you will. Even in the darkest part of the year, the coldest part (of course, as I say that it’s already over 60 degrees [...]
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Yesterday would have been my daddy’s 70th birthday. I think he would have been both horrified and tickled at turning The Big Seven-Zero. Birthdays that ended in zeros always freaked him out a little. They made him feel older than his age – certainly older than he acted – and he always got a little [...]
Our friends Laura and Chris has their new baby this week. Jaz also has an older sister, Chloe, who thinks he is “beyond awesome.” He’s also now missing one fat cheek because I ATE IT. That’s OK, he’s a healthy dude; we were joking last night that Lala actually gave birth to a 3-month old. [...]
(You know I had to do this photo; I always have to do this photo. It’s my favorite!)
The fact that I used to fall asleep to this story when I was a toddler might explain a *lot* about me. I highly recommend it to both frighten and enchant your children.
I’ve been kind of moody the last week or so, and I’ve narrowed it down to my poor yarn store. At first I thought it was because the three of us talked about finances the other night, and in addition to finances never making me happy, things are just glacial right now and Evaluations Need [...]
Lyrics to Trouble (previously seen as a Song of the Week here) copyright Cat Stevens Trouble Oh trouble set me free I have seen your face And it’s too much too much for me Grief and I? We’re like THIS [ imagine image of two fingers wrapped around each other ]. I can’t even count [...]
Continue reading about I’m beat, I’m torn; shattered and tossed, and worn
This is one of those good news/bad news things. Which do you want first? I love the answer my friend Susan gave us when we asked her this last night (oh my lawd, was that just last night? It feels like a million years ago…) – she said she wanted the bad news first because [...]
Continue reading about If this is ultimately going to be OK, why do I keep bursting into tears?
(Originally posted June 19, 2005) I don’t really remember the first person I lost. I think it was either Aunt Nellie or Aunt Mildred, gone when I was young. Less than 10, I think. Too young to really get what death meant, or how heavy it could hit you. Next would probably be my grandfather, [...]
Continue reading about The last to go shall see the first three go before her
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