‘So for the time being, I’m being patient’
It’s almost four years old but it’s oh so good…
Because I do. Er, did. When we were babies. Before he had a beard. Thanks, Grandmaw, for the awesome pics of Dad you sent me today!
If 2009 was a book, I might have shut it with a scowl on my face. Too long, I’d have thought. With really unsympathetic characters. Mostly it’s the protagonist I would have hated. She’s moody and fickle and needy yet aloof and often makes really bad decisions. She has forgotten how to love and be loved. She lets men treat her like garbage. She’s so ambitious that she’s never really grateful for anything when she…
The plan is to stop making NYE plans. Every time I have tried to orchestrate something beyond “go to work and then get misty-eyed in the car later when the clock turns midnight and you’re on your way home to an empty apartment/house,” it has failed with such spectacularity that I’m sure some day I will be able to laugh about my foolishness over this manufactured night of revelry. Right? 2009, the plan: Drive up…
Got a late start to Chicago Wednesday night Thursday morning. Late as in 4 a.m. Meaning this photo is only technically my Day 364 because I hadn’t yet been to sleep. [Project 365]
When we come home We want it quiet and calm We want you to be around “From Off to On” — The Knife [Project 365]
The youngest nephew is into fishing. The same way I am into ruining television and movies and roadtrips by identifying any typeface that passes in front of my eyes. I went out to the pond with him Monday afternoon and watched as he cast his line over and over into the brown water, only pulling back leaves and plugs of algae. Even his traditionally lucky spot behind the discarded tire yielded nothing, where the day…
My latest earworm is courtesy of my pal Ashley and all the awesome new-to-me music she sent my way recently. (Ignore the dead air at the end of the song in this clip. Official version has embedding disabled.)
The family had its Christmas Day giftapalooza Sunday when I could be there. I got digital photo frames for my parents, grandmother, and sister, and everyone seemed to like them (especially when I loaded up jump drives with hundreds of photos so they didn’t have to do the heavy lifting, although some people didn’t hesitate to critique the photos I had chosen for display; note to self — Grandmaw does not appreciate my “art” shots).…
I’m a godless liberal heathen and he loves me anyway. Against his better judgment. Photo by my sister.
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