This morning George chuckled over the comics. “Dilbert is pretty funny today.” After a pause he added, “She reminds me of you.” I hadn’t read Dilbert yet, so I didn’t know whether his comment constituted a compliment or an insult. George had already left for the day when I checked it out. Here’s what I […]
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A song is playing in my head and has been for the past week. It’s a song Curtis wrote and intended to use as part of his proposal to Grace. He didn’t, but he sings it in concerts. I wish I could link to a recording, because the music, his guitar, and his voice magnify
Sometimes I just wish people would stop long enough to weigh the consequences of their choices and then do the right, noble, considerate thing. Other times I just wish people would send me money and presents. Which is really the same thing, when you think about it. This morning George had to drive to Nacogdoches.
What’s “have” anyway? Read More »
We had an awesome storm today. Not at all wintry. More like a vanguard of March–thunder, wind, big fat raindrops that turned the bird bath into a liquid popcorn popper. The wind went wiggidy there for a bit, blowing over my neighbor’s glider swing, even setting off our city’s famous-for-being-after-the-fact siren system. I love that
moseyin’ like a small-town lion Read More »
Happy Valentine’s Day! (Think chocolate.) In other news, one of the challenges to writing good fiction is making dialogue believable. How many times have you been reading a book and thought, “No one really talks that way”? There’s an art to natural dialogue, but the big question is, who gets to decide what’s “natural”? I
Did I ever mention that George spoils me? Though I don’t think “spoils” is the right word, because I’m not rotting away or anything. Quite the contrary. I’m so tenderly loved that I’m flourishing like a well-watered garden. A couple of days ago a package arrived in the mail. He was acting so excited I
In the first month of Jubilee my true love gave to me . . . Read More »
Wow! Where do I begin? As Inigo Montoya so eloquently put it, “Let me ‘splain. No. Is too much. Let me sum up.” Highlights of our trip: We arrived in Seattle Monday the 20th and that evening took Grace and Curtis to dinner at Agua Verde, a cool Mexican restaurant where we joined Daniel and
Giving thanks for Thanksgiving Read More »
Wednesday evening I was preparing dinner when George leaned against the counter and said, “Don’t put too much garlic in that chicken. I’m going to prayer meeting tonight.” “Oh, okay. Don’t want your breath blowing everyone away.” “Yeah. Craig likes for us all to pull our chairs into a close circle so that our heads
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We didn’t have much of anything to fix for dinner, so George said he’d go to the store. I scanned the contents of the fridge to see what we needed, and he wrote the list. When I glanced at it, I noticed he’d printed with much larger, rounder letters than usual. “Why are you writing
It’s, like, totally time to make a grocery list. Read More »
After dinner I was minding my own business, serving up a little ice cream and looking forward to the imminent enjoyment thereof, when George leaned on the counter and began scrutinizing my scooping technique. I could feel more than see the critical expression on his face. “Maybe I should show you the proper way to
awakening my inner brat Read More »