I suppose this announcement is a bit anti-climactic now, but (drumroll) today is my birthday! Whoop-de-doodle-doo. My phone rang about an hour ago, and when I answered, my parents and daughter sang, “Happy Birthday.” From Paris, France. Hmm. They’re in Paris. I’m in Podunkville. What’s wrong with this picture? Oh, well. I have a cute […]
Ho there, Live Journal campers! As I’ve mentioned, Grace is studying in Barcelona this summer–working hard to hone those Spanish skills and blah-de-blah-blah. So, what’s it like to be 21, beautiful, single, and alone in a foreign land? I’ll copy a portion of an e-mail she sent today to give you a little glimpse: well,
Tall and tan and young and lovely . . . Read More »
Now that I’ve gently broken the news to Luke (a.k.a. Mr. Soak-Your-Pipe-Tobacco-in-Brandy-to-make-it-Smoother), I guess I can tell the rest of the world. That would be “the world” as in the five people who read this journal. I’m talking to you. When I went to Seattle in late June, my daughter, five of her girlfriends, and
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 »
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 would love to write about our trip to Seattle, which was magnifilous, but I don’t have time. I will say, though, that hearing Luke and Grace sing two of Luke’s songs at the coffee house was splendid. And hearing all the people cheering for them warmed my heart. It was a beautiful Momzy moment.
A quick bit of nothing Read More »
Between Christmas and New Years we went to Colorado for a week. Skiing, snowboarding, major mountain majesty. That was some awesome awesomeness, let me tell you. But one of the funnest things we did was go to a movie. Peter Pan. Now that was a great movie! It was delightful, well-cast, and the special effects
Second to the right and straight on till morning. Read More »
I really should be sleeping right now, because I have to get up tomorrow and go to Longview. But I want to tell this story, so here I go. The residential streets in Seattle are narrow, but everyone parks their cars on both sides of them anyway. This makes two-way traffic nearly impossible. Early in
When hassles make you happy Read More »
My brain is a mite bit foggy, so please don’t hold me accountable for whatever you find in this entry. (Unless it’s really good!) We pulled into our driveway around 2:30 AM this morning, having left Chicago yesterday morning. We didn’t get a super-early start, because we thought we’d take two days to come home.
It’s like the sugar on the candy for my stuff. Read More »