I am learning what it is like to be apart from family, the original family I grew up with, and learning what it is like to grow into one.

It was one year ago this day that I first heard my beloved's voice. I didn't wait three days or any other arbitrary amount of days before calling again, but hours. The afternoon that followed, and the night after that, and that. I couldn't have known that in a years time I would be married 6 months and some weeks already, that I would leave the ( Read more... )

Today we made pesto with parsley and walnuts and I think it has superseded the basil and pine nut variety. I want to begin to grow herbs, having recently had repeated "duh" moments of the power in them when used fresh. We have been making pizza dough and I am fancying myself a good kneader as of late. The dough doubles as a decent focaccia with ( Read more... )

“Taxpayers should not be asked to finance assistance for automakers without a strong likelihood that they will be paid back,” Ms. Perino said.Call me old fashioned but the only way a taxpayer ought to support any company, bank or automaker, is when they choose to purchase their products. I understand that what would be saved is, quite possibly, ( Read more... )

Both John Adams and Thomas Jefferson died on July 4, 1826. 50 years to the day.

First thanksgiving as husband and wife. Helping my mother-in-law with stuffings, cutting up vegetables, making gravies. We made a gluten turkey that I couldn't have thought would come out this good. Hopefully I remember to take a picture. Stuffed with stuffing and rolled and tied, it felt great to do something so special and new. Hoping everything ( Read more... )

Let us play a game called Decoding McCarthy:

Great cleavers and bonesaws hung overhead and truncate beeves in stark abbatoir by cambreled hams blueflocced with mold.You may notice some words that, if typed, will reveal themselves with a small wavy or dotted line, depending on your software. This is Cormacism ( Read more... )

My body knows 7am, as it knows the body of my wife breathing beside me as I sleep, as it knows the comfort of a dry crisp wind. My job is finished. Our things are collected in rubber tote containers, with little more left to pack ( Read more... )

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I stood in the doorway and watched the water collect in small pools. Saw too, it bouncing out to form others. A man stepped out of the library and stood in front of me with his umbrella. It was a teal almost, and in tough shape. He pulled at the stick hoping to shape the canopy again and got half of it to come to attention, the other half derelict ( Read more... )