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Need a place besides Vicky's to find a bustier. Lord I cannot even spell it, but most of you probably know what I mean. -
Living Vicariously
Carolyn and Aatish return tomorrow from two weeks in Bombay. Two Skype sessions tell me they are doing well, and having an intensely fabulous time. From the count that I can make, it seems that about 80 family members have met Carolyn. She's somehow kept track of who is connected to which side of the family, and how, and what they do for a ( Read more... ) -
Proud
My daughter just sent off drafts of her thesis to her committee (save one person - long story). I am bursting with pride. Of course there will be revisons, and unlike revisions for nearly everything else, these are often un-fun because you must channel the egos of the committee into your work. And there is one more language exam. But the End is ( Read more... ) -
Jan. 4
It's 2011, no doubt about it. I'm still pleased with this turn of events. It's early in the morning; the outside temperature is 2.4 degrees. I will begin soon to write my 5th syllabus for the coming semester (with 5 down I would then have 3 to do; at four hours each, minimum, you can see what the rest of my winter's break will be like). But it ( Read more... ) -
Arrival
We are nearly at a new year. While being grateful for many, many things, I will state here and now that saying goodbye to 2010 is just fine with me. I'm glad I didn't know how much pain my children would experience, and how much anxiety I would consequently feel. I'm tired, and feeling not very smart about my intellectual life. Emotionally, ( Read more... ) -
My friend's back yard contains...
A mountain lion. That's what is left of the deer he/she killed, in the foregrount (hoof and guts).
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Last night
The Solstice Lunar Eclipse blew me away last night. Thrilling - pagan and wonderous. The skies were thoughtful enough to clear and I was still basically awake since Kenny was having a tough time. Today I wrapped gifts, did not make cookies with the little girls (their parents just cannot get organized enough to just send them upstairs... how ( Read more... ) -
Tired
I'm tired. I'm too tired. Sometimes, however, I think that super-tiredness is good. It does provide some clarity, after all. When I'm peppy, I'm polite and I try very hard to be sensitive. Sometimes I wait on tables too much; by this I mean I bus tables in the cafeteria due to childhood socialization, but also in that I try to make everything ( Read more... ) -
LIFE!
It's a beautiful little girl!!! She latched right on to nursing, all pink and tiny in a white cap. "No, she didn't get born in the hat. We went to the store and bought for her before." That's Eliana's (she is 5) explanation.
Life is a miracle. Now we are 8 in this household.
