Looking at some of the news coverage from New Orleans and other disasters has got me thinking. Why is it human nature to grab one’s head while watching something catastrophic? Also, why cover your mouth or eyes? These are universal gestures which make me think it’s instinctive. What sort of survival [...]
I’m wondering if the horrible situation in New Orleans is going to be the first news event that Jo remembers. She and Caroline have been talking about it a lot - asking what a hurricane is, what’s going to happen to all the houses under water, what would happen if a hurricane comes here. [...]
I told someone earlier that I felt like I was at a bedside vigil with a very sick friend, watching all the New Orleans coverage. Y’all stay safe, and I’m praying for you.
We’ve had coyotes behind our house every night for a couple of weeks. I called City Hall and they were blissfully unaware of there being dangerous consequences to this - just mentioned that some neighborhood cats had gone missing, but they couldn’t find any coyotes. Hell, I’ve got a coyote call and an [...]
He was in the kids’ bathroom, on the floor about 3 inches from my bare toe.
In better news, the spider living in the windowframe which I thought was a recluse was really just a lookalike.
See? The eye pattern is all wrong.
The series finale for Six Feet Under, the only TV show I am religious about watching, was last night. I feel like I’ve been clubbed over the head with a bat. It was 75 minutes of television drama at its finest. The worst part is that I just watched the end sequence [...]
Check out this guy’s artwork.
A cool and bizarre music video from The Avalanches.
Caroline’s reaching that question stage. I’ve been sitting with her for 45 minutes waiting for her to go to sleep. No dice.
This is a beautiful bed.
I love you.
Did Dodo love me too?
Was she a nice grandmother?
Like Jo’s teacher. Her teacher is nice.
How did she make this bed?
She bought it in the store?
Did [...]
Poor Jo. Tomorrow is her first day of “big kid school” - kindergarten - and she’s trying to pretend she’s not nervous. Her little body is giving her away though. All day today she was exceptionally cuddly with me, which is definitely unusual. It’s not that she’s not a loving girl, [...]
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