Jason and Alana gave Holden Bob Logan’s “Rocket Town” for Christmas last year. We’ve read it a hundred times and I never get tired of looking at the beautiful illustrations. Each page is art that I would happily frame. If you have a young ‘un and are on the lookout for cool board books that have simple story lines and incredible illustrations, or need a nice shower/birthday/holiday gift, you can’t go wrong with Logan.
We’ve had a blast up here in the campiest little strip in the mountains. Tomorrow we will resume regular life. My mom really went out of her way to make sure we had a great time, even though she knows I have no money to spend on fun stuff. She’s a keeper. My kiddo — despite being bitten by the whiny bug while we were here — has been a trooper through sickness and schedule…
I’m going to dive right in to something I’ve been contemplating writing about for a long time but haven’t had the courage. Because it’s embarrassing and gross. And I tend to only want to write about embarrassing, gross things in past tense with a dollop of self-deprecating humor once I’ve safely moved on. But this is a present-tense thing I’m struggling with and it’s not over yet. I know some others caught in this cycle…
Got a week off work bookended by two weekends. Is it possible to exhale for an entire week straight? Let’s find out. Improvised mood for my mood calendar supplied by my team member Alex
The first time I heard this song, I sobbed. The second time I heard this song, I sobbed. The third time I heard this song … you get the idea.
I love this: His voice quavering, the son of Seamus Heaney has told mourners of his father’s final words, minutes before his death. At a requiem mass in Dublin, crowded with mourners, Michael Heaney described how the poet and Nobel laureate, who died last week at the age of 74, had chosen Latin for the message to his wife, Marie. His last words were “in a text message he wrote to my mother just minutes…
This time of year always feels a little like those last few anticipation-filled lurches at the top of the first, biggest slope of a roller coaster. I’m ready. Let off the brakes.
Yesterday I learned that if you don’t have your yard mowed for a month — a month full of plenty of rain and sunshine — your grass will grow tall and proud and dense. And do you know what loves to live in tall, proud, dense grass? Families of bunnies, that’s what. So when you finally have someone come cut your tall, proud, dense grass, they might accidentally discover and obliterate a family of bunnies…
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