I love that Grace wrote a “poem” in Luke’s journal. And I love that he used the word “chicanery” in his apology. I love the way my children have grown into interesting people with beautiful values, unfettered imaginations, and wonderfully weird personalities. I love these things like I love the feeling that washes over me […]
I thought it right and proper that I should post something here before I leave town again for a week. I’m not sure what exactly I plan to say, but I’ll just say it as it comes. Sometimes when you anticipate something, and you attach high hopes and expectations to it, you’re almost bound to
like a candle to the sun Read More »
His voice was like a constant buzzing, grating on my nerves. I tried to ignore him, hoping he’d get the hint and just leave. Would you have the nerve to keep right on bugging someone who pretended you weren’t there? I typed. I sang out loud. I even warned him of the consequences if this
Oh, please! I promise you, the picture on the yahoo personals ad is Liv Tyler. No doubt she’s looking for a date, now that the LOTR trilogy gig is all up. Aragorn just has no time for her, what with ruling the world and all.
Evenstar seeking Ranger. Must be heir of Isildur. Read More »
Highs in the mid-70’s Lows in the mid-50’s Notebook. Camera. Lists. Interview questions. Colorful neighborhoods. Quirky shops. Ethnic cuisine. Van Gogh exhibit at the museum. Grace’s agenda: Spend the week with me exploring. Our mission: Find it. See it. Do it. Describe it. Shoot it. (With a camera–not a gun.) The sights, sounds, smells, scenery,
The Color of a Dream at Sunrise Read More »
“I kissed her.” I’d just walked into the den, and I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. “What?” “I kissed her.” I glanced at the TV to see what movie he was watching, hoping for a clue. Time Bandits. No help there. “Who did you kiss?” He pointed. “Her.” Ahhh! Now I understand. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~ If
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling Read More »
I got in trouble today. Yes, it’s true. I was reprimanded by a big fat meany cat. The great and powerful got behind his little curtain and pulled his levers and punched his buttons and spoke into his distort-o-matic microphone to make his squeaky, weasel-y voice sound mondo-scary-o. He made the giant head appear with
Ooohhh! I’m tellin’! Read More »
Luke is upstairs jamming with John Slaten. Sunday he jammed all afternoon and evening with Ryan Bowles and (for a little while) David. I realize how much I’ve missed hearing Luke play drums. I love the way he plays drums. And guitar. And piano. I’ve missed his music. Joe Bucks is a new coffee shop
A few things I love Read More »
I’ve been evil and remiss about posting in my LJ. If there’s anyone out there who hangs on my every sagacious word, my sincerest apologies to you. (Um, Jesse, I guess that’s probably just you. So, “Sorry, Jesse.”) Well. It looks like I’m going to have to take a trip to Seattle. I know. You
Make mine a triple grande two-pump mocha. No whip. Read More »
In the middle of this afternoon’s heavy rainstorm, someone rang the doorbell and beat hard on the door. A jolt of adrenaline coursed through me. I jumped up and ran to the door in time to see the UPS man scampering back to his truck. I stood in the doorway watching as he wrestled a
Oddly amused is better than irritated, right? Read More »