Remember when it was really fun, Sarah, to catch raindrops on your tongue, walk under archways because they were there, and roll around in sand at the beach? To go all the way to a store for a tiny treat, lie on the grass looking for "God" in the clouds, and make scary monster faces in the mirror? To watch the stars because they were winking at you ( Read more... )

Suddenly all the women I've ever known are getting beautiful and slender. What gives? And I'm just getting bigger jugs. I don't particularly need bigger jugs.

I gotta stop eating at restaurants and start biking to work more often.

My Gmail advertisement link is urging me to date "unhappily married moms at www.LonelyCheatingWives.com." Where it picked up that cue from the contents of my inbox is a mystery to me.

I am amused by the internets.

If you just look at all that already exists in your life, all that you already have: unlimited air to breathe, ample lighting to see, music to hear, books to read, stars to dream by, trees to gaze at, floors to dance on, friends to cavort with, enemies to befriend, strangers to meet, woods to walk through, beaches to comb, rocks to scale, rains to ( Read more... )

Dash passed away today. We've been expecting it for a while now, but it was still upsetting to walk in and find her this morning. Poor little Dot is all alone now. Liza and I will be burying Dash under Chris' apple tree in Newberg this weekend.

I hate losing pets.

My dear little Dash-- we miss you!


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Sometimes I'm not really sure how I'm holding everything together. Weighing my life options seems both hideous and relieving these days.

So, I'm sitting on the couch, complaining about having to go to work. Sean starts petting my head and very softly singing,

Hush little Sarah
Don't you cry...
Sean is gonna bake you
A mincemeat pie
And where he gets the ingredients from
Is none of your fuuuuuckin' busi-ness...

...What?

I ordered my digital piano. It'll be available within a couple of weeks. Squeee!

I'm thinking of purchasing this program to hook up to it. Then I'd move beyond the realm of awesome and into the dark chocolatey abyss of BAD-ASS.

Oh, sweet little naked pinky toe! I apologize profusely for the carelessness I have taken with you. Your nail will grow back in a few months, they tell me. Please forgive me. I don't enjoy being slammed into sharp things, either.

There is no choice you've ever made, Sarah, nor any you will ever make, that will limit you as much as you may fear.

Nor even limit you at all.

How cool is that?
The Universe

Fear not, Sarah, there have been no mistakes.