Monthly Archives: November 2008

Pre-bed sculpture by Whit

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Graceless

No, not a post about Grace being away. I ran this morning. Other than being freezing (32 degrees = time for a hat) and tired, I was also incredibly clumsy. Have tripped and almost wiped out (to a heroic, slow-motion arms windmilling, people-clapping-from-cars degree) several times lately. One time a friendly fellow runner actually helped [...]

I love this quotation – Barack Obama speaking about an early impression of Michelle: “…[as] if, deep inside, she knew how fragile things really were, and that if she ever let go, even for a moment, all her plans might quickly unravel.” Oh how I relate to that. How fragile things feel!   Email this post

Quotable weekend

Photo from our afternoon puttering at Nana’s. As long as my children are this delighted by a box of Pyrex dishes, I think I am doing something right. Each dispensed some pearls of humor this weekend. Whit: “Beer is for daddies and wine is for mummies.” Grace: (after slowly, painstakingly struggling through an early reader) [...]

I knew there was a reason I kept up with the old-school photo albums. If only my favorite-ever website, tabblo, still sold prints. At least I have an awesome HP photo printer!Grace and Whit are obsessed with looking at photo albums. Obsessed.   Email this post

Getting organized

Cutting back on presents all around this year, trying to focus the holiday on something other than STUFF …! Wrapping tonight, Christmas cards hopefully printed by Thanksgiving, researching non-nut baked treats. Of course the Christmas carols are already playing – but they have been year round .   Email this post

Detritus of a Day

Was actually yesterday. And I had already recycled one.   Email this post

for Gloria

It goes by really fast! And that always made me feel worse, not better, as it felt like pressure to do precisely what I was not doing: being here now. Enjoying the moment. Not a strength. So, I guess, try to remember that this is just a short moment in time. But forgive yourself if [...]

For Hilary and Terence

What the teacher is, is more important than what he teaches.- Karl Menninger   Email this post

Just kidding. No yoga. Headache & exhaustion setting in from sleepless night.   Email this post