Okay, a long time ago when I was very young I babysat for some people who did not keep house well at all. It was disgusting. The bedrooms looked like clothes bombs had exploded. Dirty dishes were all over the kitchen. Everything felt sticky, even the living room couch. But the thing that totally freaked […]
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t.c. and alicia, July 09 This was written exactly one year ago. (I’ve got your cake baked for tomorrow, Alicia. Happy Birthday!) It’s a sweet dad story: “Tonight we had a family party for our daughter in law Alicia’s birthday and everyone was here for supper. All the girls and daughter in laws were sitting
Yeah, life is super-exciting around here lately. (Not. It’s a mid-summer kind of week.) Actually customers have paid, and I cannot even describe how beautiful that is, to find actual money in the mail box. We get so overwrought it feels like air in our lungs, water across our gills. This is what I cannot
Today was the parade, very warm afternoon, candy thrown, snacks eaten, frisbee, fun, a few hugs from very hot, sticky b.g., and one from his dad. The neighbors next door freaked out when the Democratic candidate went by, yelled and called her a communist. Wow. That was unexpected and uncalled for. She used to teach
Yeah, he’s heading for college in the fall. He was born the week before I turned thirty, and we called him Baby Jay because he was our baby. Today we opened him a bank account, which was fun, but also another step into adulthood. He’s so sweet though. He’s organized and conscientious. I’m sure he’ll
ah yes, the backyard, where we actually live Okay, we’ve got the whole place pulled together. All the dog poop has been picked up, and that’s no small thing. Wood chips have been spread to cover the dirt where grass won’t grow, again because of the dog. We have that little play yard fence for
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We are getting ready for Little Jay’s graduation party next Friday. Oh, yeah. Jay put roasts in the oven to cook and then did landscaping clean up. In the rain, he did this. Yep. He doesn’t even complain. I don’t get it. He’ll wail away about government paperwork, but with rain dribbling down the neck
I’ve been dreading this day for years, dreading how it was going feel. It was the last day of preschool for the last child. Julia is my baby. We’re done. We’ve done milked this thing as long as anyone could. This place and these people have been part of our life for 28 years. Week
Okay, this story is just too damned good not to share. It’s the Hula Hoop Story. This is the story: A mom and dad bought their four year old son a hula hoop. He probably can’t hula, but that’s okay. They’re being nice to the kid. In the car on the way home, the kid
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a superb weekend. Yesterday morning I took Tim over to my parents to see the digger dig up their back yard. They’ve got a project going on and Tim looooves equipment. (He has even referred to my Kitchen Aid mixer as, “the equipment.” Power tools, yah, yah.) The guy dug, the bucket scraping against the
