kari

a kind thing

Yes, this is kindness happening in another thoroughly tousled room in this house. Julia started music lessons two weeks ago, taking up the trumpet, James’ old one, the one my parents bought him.  We had it tuned up for her and it’s exciting to begin. Until it isn’t. Until you’re no good at it and

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dance

Today was a great Saturday. I saw all of my grandchildren, not all at once, but all of them. Tonight was Jack of Hearts, the school dance, and these two went: She speculated, “Two introverts at a dance.  I can already picture it.”  And yet she was the one who coaxed him to go. Last

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fifteen

It’s been a long time we’ve known each other.  Fifteen years?  You once were a young squirrel.  Possibly even the nuttiest one. You were a very entertaining child, creative, off-beat, hilarious.  And then you became civilized and appropriate, but every once in a while that craziness comes peeping out again around the edges.  Thank goodness.

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a lovely occasion

Lydia, aka Kari, was Confirmed this weekend.  In some circles it’s called Affirmation of Baptism–where a child who received infant baptism is now old enough to say, “Yeah, I’m in.” So this was the day. There were numerous ceremonial gestures at church, which were sweet and important, and our family was all there, and it was

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sad

So we don’t know why he died, although Lydia, aka Kari is doing a lot of research on possible flaws in our care of him. He was delicate and beautiful with transparent little toes and a cute personality. She’s researching deeply, coming up with some ideas regarding nutrients and lighting that she was not informed about

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