This is my next "book." I say "book" because I have betrayed books and they know it. My "book" is a computer. It has "pages," "words," and "chapters," but it is no book. I'm worried that my real books are angry.
[flickrgallery setid="72157628874147051" limit="15"] {These are all SOCC- I cropped one or two but I hope to get to some editing soon} Early this morning towards the end of Hello Dolly, Mama B took her last breath. The struggle, the pain, the
Another selfie, I wonder if this is my second Friday with a selfie? I have great pics of Atlas and his linear (aka OCD play), but tonight is different. Tonight, we're saying good-bye to MamaB She's in her final stages
Texx, last time you saw this basil it was a tiny sprout that you handed me. Since then it has graced my salads, omelettes, and other fine kitchen inventions. It loves this window. I love it in this window because
While making dinner tonight, the boys took a break from tackling and body-slamming each other to turn the sitting room into a 'book nook'. Max rearranged the cushions, fashioned a 'moat' out of a few blankets around himself and hunkered
Today I installed a new ceiling fan in our bedroom. I should probably state that I hate, bad word, I strongly dislike ceiling fans. Alas, you cannot buy a house in Texas w/o one of these dang things ~
Still no snow to report. However, we do have frost! Brrrr
This morning there was a spectacular sunrise, and this evening did not disappoint! I love that my windows face east and west, so I get a fabulous view at both the beginning and the end of the day. There were
Cheers Biddies! You've just started Book Club and I'm sure you're all hmm and ahhh on what to order. Just order the baked brie and a couple (okay a few) good bottles o' wine. Blam enjoy your Shirley Temple, don't
This was our gorgeous sunrise. I was so in love with the colors and I didn't want to miss the best combination, so I ran out of the house to take a picture. In a towel and my husband's work boots.
"It was the first of many personal moments they would share together. A long sabbatical into her day-to-day care, part of the mechanics of dying. He's done all he could. But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering