Goodbye, Daughters
I always get lonely when my daughters leave, whether my eldest leaving with her husband or my younger girl leaving for school every semester. This is not reasonable, since a) I still have four people living in my house, b) […]
Solace of Literature
I’m back to The Phantom Banjo after taking the weekend to read Upgrading. The Phantom Banjo brings two things irresistibly to mind. First, my mother’s Ozark Trilogy books. Second, C.S. Lewis’s The Screwtape Letters. Yesterday in church our corporate prayer […]
Saturday August 28, 2004
http://smilingtiger.typepad.com/smiling_tiger/2004/08/im_a_ho.html#comments Here is Smiling Tiger talking about different interpretations of the phrase “Yarn Ho.” I am a member of the excellent blogring of that name, but I cannot claim to want to be known as a “ho” of any variety. […]
Friday August 27, 2004
I have not worked on my quilt since Independence Day. It has been too hot. But I realized, in talking with my quilter friend La Tenora, that there is not much time before my daughter’s anniversary — and since it […]
Thursday August 26, 2004
Yesterday included the gym, book group, and choir practice. The others at the gym are mostly in their 20s. Book Group is senior ladies and me. Choir, now that we’re doing Messiah, includes people from teens to 80s, and last […]
Wednesday August 25, 2004
What, then, happens when the females outnumber the males? We have only to look at elementary education for the answer: rampant cuteness. Intelligent women doing important jobs begin to use terms like “boo-boo tape” and “piggy paper.” Ordinary notions about […]
Tuesday August 24, 2004
Back to School is certainly different with just boys in the house. Daughters tell their parents about the classes, the books, the teachers, their classmates, the hairstyles and fashions, what everyone did over the summer. Sons grunt a few words. In […]
Blogs and Crystal Balls
While The Five People You Meet in Heaven and Splintered Bones have very little else in common, both involve communication with spirits. Watchful spirits, who know extra things about the living. I don’t believe that takes place, but I did think of […]
Felted Throw
#1 son and I visited the farmers market, on the lovely downtown square of our town. We also went to the mall, the office supply store, a couple of thrift stores, Target, and the grocery — can you tell we were finishing […]