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Entries from August 2008
August 28, 2008
feeling like Snow White
I am pouring sugar into the sugar bowl and listening to “Walk Through Hell” by Say Anything and a little sliver of sunlight is coming in through the kitchen window and somehow it seems like the one of life’s sweetest moments. It is simple and I feel serene.
It would be really very nice if someone would [...]
August 25, 2008
1 empty nest, 1 heating pad
I take this opportunity to submit my interpretation of the many “What to expect on college move in day” articles I’ve read -
Drink plenty of water. It will be hot.
There may be tears as your daughter adjusts to living away from home. It will rain.
Get plenty of rest. You will strain your back.
Have the “hook-up” talk with [...]
August 18, 2008
something about a hurricane
…something about a hurricane but it’s really a tropical storm named Fay. We put the computers up on the desks and covered them in plastic and took the backup tapes home and cancelled appointments for tomorrow. No work tomorrow and all the schools and county offices are closed.
I have water and spaghetti o’s and granola bars. [...]
August 16, 2008
this is what happens
I pulled them in the wagon around the driveway and up and down the road. We’d have tea parties with tiny china cups and juice, animal crackers, raisins and apple slices. When I filled up the kiddie pool they had to wait until the afternoon to use it because the well water was so cold.
They liked to wear bright [...]
August 12, 2008
wond’ring aloud
I have been watching the Olympics. A lot.
I am wondering how awesome it is to have a body like a machine and also if Bob Costas has a toupee?
August 8, 2008
What I’ve -
What I’ve been reading: Are You There God? It’s Me. Kevin, by Kevin Keck. Druggie writer with OCD tendencies and screwy mother screws around with drugs and jobs and ends up married with twins. And presumably drug-free.
Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp by Stephanie Klein. Gross descriptions of melting butter and licking cake boxes in the dark. I chose [...]
