The color of my bedroom. Two thirds of it, anyway. I need to move the wardrobe to do the last corner. Deep, blood-orange orange. In semi-gloss so it really pops. I adore it. Warm and vibrant and bold. mmmmm ( Read more... )

Today is my son's second birthday. We celebrated it the way you can these small numbers - with grandparents. When will it happen, that they will eschew their Nina and Papa, Grandma and Pappy (known to Nat as "Happy right now) and insist on having cool people there? Not for a few years, I hope ( Read more... )

Better: heard from my not yet ex today, if only via email. Offered some information. I thanked him for it, reiterated that I wanted to discuss finances. Baby steps. Also, I resisted the temptation to make first contact. Very difficult, but I did it ( Read more... )

So. Today I worked really hard all day, trying to catch up on so much backlog, discovering more and more bills that are getting paid in a penalty phase and costing the bank money. I alternately feel entirely responsible, and thoroughly apathetic because I made plenty of noise about being understaffed ( Read more... )

Fabulous weekend at the Faire, my lack-of-Irishman notwithstanding. The festival community welcomed the band back with open arms, cast and patrons and independent performers alike. Sunday night we played Pub Sing, and got such a warm introduction from the emcee, I thought my heart would burst. Then the crowd roared their appreciation, and ( Read more... )

I'm listening to some young men practice their drum rhythms by speaking them, across the street in the park. Delightful. I believe they are doing this on their own time, without an instructor.

>>doom, k'tek, doom, k'tek, deh deh deh DOOM!Read more... )

On Facebook, a friend posted this suggestion: think about and list a few things you have to grateful for from the last month. My list came to me quickly, and was extensive. Wanna see ( Read more... )

I was driving my kids to the babysitter's (a thing of the past, now that we've embarked on DayCare - aka school) a few weeks ago, when August's heat was crushing and unrelenting, starting before 8 AM. Poor Maura commented guilelessly from the backseat "Mommy, my back is getting hot." I agreed that it was hot, adding that it was "nasty hot." This ( Read more... )

Ah, how I love this radio program. This music just lifts the spirit ( Read more... )

Details were requested...I don't know. I don't want to jinx this...this...whatever it is. But okay, fine ( Read more... )