Sunday, December 30, 2007
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
(The camera captures everything in mirrored image, the book: Bill Bryson, "A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering American on the Appalachian Trail")
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
This morning Rush told me he heard strange noises in the middle of the night. The dog was barking really loud, and he was certain someone was in the backyard. He told me how scared he got and that he text-message his sister at 2am to let her know. She didn't reply however, he wondered what that was about.
Hmm, now what ever happened to knocking on the door, crawling into someone else's bed when frightened or even tapping on the wall that joined his room to his sister's. A text message from their cell phones? And he wonders why she didn't awake to answer it? Ahh, it's a new generation! Oh the backyard intruder? A raccoon I'm certain!
He got right to it, and came to get me when he finished. He was beaming with pride. Of course the first thing I noticed was that the bottom of the tree had only white lights, working up to color, packed in tight at the top. I told him it looked perfect and went to get my purse.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Yes, she's 17, and yes she happens to work part time at a grocery store, so I guess it's about time. It just surprised me to realize that maybe something shifted. Maybe the earth does revolve around the sun and not our oldest. The sweetest of oranges, she's growing up.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Today Fred made a fire for me, I made split pea soup for him. It's almost winter!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Last night Fred and I had a date, we left the kids at home, and made it official. I know it was an official date because I put on make-up.
Though I was tired of selecting trendy, tasty restaurants and then waiting so long to get a table, I told Fred, 'let's go somewhere really bad for dinner, so we don't have to wait so long'. I expected some push back, but got none, just a pleasant, 'ok'. And that's what we did, dinner was mildly fair, but we had a great time!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
In the distance, near the house was her husband, still wearing his long black coat. He was lost in a daze--or shock it appeared. I spent a good part of last night wondering what they had discovered inside their home, upon returning from work.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Sumo is a funny cat, he insists on sleeping under the covers--all night long. It might have something to do with Fred keeping the thermostat just a little above what feels like 42F, I'm not certain. But that cat will stay deep under the covers until morning, blankets piled on, never on my legs, but always fully alongside.
Here's the bedtime routine, I'll be reading, the cat looking for the entrance, Fred will lift all the covers for the cat, and I'll complain, "...no, not fur to skin" and I'll create an alternative opening between layers.
It's not that's he's not clean, he's an indoor cat, I just don't want the cat touching me that close. It's enough he insists on constant contact with me all through the night, even when it gets far too hot. The trouble is this cat insists on licking. He won't do it to anyone else, just me. The undersides of my knees and insides of my elbows are his favorite spots. He'll lick until he falls asleep and makes a soggy mess. But just a sheet or blanket layer between us--and I can sleep in peace. Silly cat!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Three days later, no snow, just rain, which filled my dish.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Saturday, December 08, 2007
I borrowed Fred's special fountain pen to sign and number my 100 copies. (ok, I haven't signed all, but I got to #18 so far!)
That special silver fountain pen I first used on the day I met Fred in the antique store, and he let me borrow it to write a note--but that's another story....
Copies and details of the book in my store http://www.valcox.com
Friday, December 07, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I was embarrassed when Rush helped me unpack the groceries. He didn't say a word, just dutifully put everything away.