"Mom?" Levi said. "I did something bad. Really bad." "Really?" I said, over my shoulder. "What'd you do?" You might feel tempted at this point to compliment me for my equilibrium, but you should resist. Levi has not yet developed a sense of scale, and has been known to report a bandaid falling off in… Continue reading Really Bad
Month: July 2014
The Care and Feeding of Hand Knit Gifts
This hat used to fit Paul. It even covered his ears. Now, it looks like a longish kippah for a child. That, my friends, is why you don't throw lovingly crafted hand knit items in the washing machine and run them in a hot load. And it is why this shawl will be hand washed, gently,… Continue reading The Care and Feeding of Hand Knit Gifts
We’re Still Here
Apologies for the radio silence. I've started at least four different posts over the last week or so, and abandoned them all. It turns out that writing things, even silly blog posts, takes mental energy and focus that I just haven't had lately. The last couple of weeks at work have been a rich, flourishing garden… Continue reading We’re Still Here
Dribs and Drabs
I'm scanning in a bunch of old pictures. Here's a sample, for fun. Oh, man. That carpet. That couch. That nightgown. I tore the house apart earlier this week looking for a couple of checks. I knew I had put them in a safe place, but I could not remember where that safe place was.… Continue reading Dribs and Drabs
The Hulk
He might be terrifying if he wasn't so kissable. Credit to cousin David for the jammies, which are still on a strict every-other-night rotation to avoid bloodshed at bedtime.
This, too, is hard.
I am ... having a rough day. Week. Something. I wrote a post awhile ago about how difficult I was finding it to see dementia in someone I love. I said it was hard. It was. This, too, is hard. I remember some things about grief. I remember that the firsts are hard. The first birthday, the… Continue reading This, too, is hard.
Noodles and Nostalgia
My siblings and I were talking last night, and while the meandering conversation touched briefly on both Tolstoy and twerking, it settled for a bit on Grandma Stoller's pot pie. It's not what you're thinking of, with the crust and the peas and carrots. That's good, too, but in our family pot pie has always… Continue reading Noodles and Nostalgia