Yesterday, late afternoon I mowed the lawn and cleaned up the front yard. It was really dusty around the pine trees. I had pine junk stuck in my hair, a chunk of flesh missing from my thumb knuckle, dirt around my ankles above the shoes, a just filthy. I came in, and after I put […]
A photo from 20 years ago, our first year of homeschool: Dan is the upside down one. John’s in the red shirt. Heidi’s grinning, and Kirsten is the tiny pipsqueak. Their dad is the one cleaning guts from a pumpkin. (Can you believe that linoleum?? Holy cow. It came with the house.) I thought I
We watched little BG last night while Dan and Alicia went to a party. Playing with Auntie Julia He was restless and not sure where he was, I think, without his mom and dad. Big Jay walked him around for a while, and he was so quiet cuddled on Grandpa’s chest. I defrosted a couple
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Okay, so up at Poor Richard’s Antiques was this nasty old taxidermy bobcat. Missing an ear, moth-eaten, sitting on a shelf out back year after year, and Lydia was fascinated by it, liked to look it, talk about it, wanted to buy it. It was $60 and NO we were not buying it! Not even
My parents and Tim at the wedding Out in Wisconsin, my dad has these big snap traps–for trapping chipmunks, I’m told. (He had some chipmunks in a live trap and let them go a few miles away, so what this big Tom and Jerry snap trap was all about, I’m not sure.) But Tim tripped
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My dad told this story from an afternoon with Tim: He and Tim were walking along and Tim asked him, “Could a bird rule the world?” My dad, being the amiable soul he is, walking along chatting with a child said, “Sure.” Tim, in all seriousness, asked, “How?” Love, Val
Okay, there is mayhem upstairs. Why always with the mayhem? We’ve got your door slamming and a lot of laughing. I can hear dance, dance revolution from somewhere up there, but this ain’t dancing. I have a box with about 12 shoes in it—all singles. Where are the matches for these shoes and bedroom slippers?
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Okay so when I picked Julia up from preschool, the teacher, whom I love, told me: “Ohhh, she’s the best little rester in the world. She falls right to sleep at rest time.” Yah. She’s also as white as paste and prone to whiny crying jags, slept 13 hours last night. The girl is anemic.
Little Jay and his friend Sarah This weekend was our last weekend at the lake, closing up for the season. TC didn’t want to leave. He wept on his mother, sprawled across her and his brother on her lap. I brought him Kleenex and told him I understood. His mom told him she understood too.
This morning I put Julia’s tights on her. She was kicking around on my bed, skinny long feet in the air. I tussled her into them, milking the knit up her legs, and it made me think of a conversation I’d had with my mom. When I was Julia’s age and even older, I wouldn’t
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