Pictures of Pictures of Pictures

On our recent trip to Maine, Tammy and I took pictures of each other, like this time, when I caught Tammy doing this:

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And she caught me doing this:

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This illustrates a bit of the difference between Tammy and I. Tammy is having a nice time there in her picture. In mine, you will note that my one hand is gripping the rock because I am in a place where I should not be standing, so much as taking a picture.

I was on more solid ground here:

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Taking this picture:

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That was the day we got split up and … Read the rest

Ten Years Later

When my husband realized he was dying, he insisted on taking pictures.

From the time I was a little girl, I’d been someone who collected snapshots in albums, but I’d lost the habit in those final few years of Brian’s illness. I was so tired, and we were so often in hospitals. I began to question the worth of almost everything that felt frivolous as my twenties wore on, like photos and decorations and even cake.

A few months before he died, though, Brian realized that death has its power and that people do whatever a dying person asks them … Read the rest

The Perks of Hanging Around a Teenager

I’ve been spending more time with my godson Lucas this summer because between work and life and other things, I wasn’t seeing him as much this last school year. And I missed him. He’s fourteen now–both bigger and stronger than me–and I hit that moment when I began to fear that maybe I didn’t know him anymore.

Pshaw.

I still know my godson, though I’ve found there’s more to learn about him.

I remember when he was in fourth grade and read his first book I hadn’t: that is when he realized that there were books in the world I … Read the rest

Found

This morning when I went for a run, I found a dry(ish) creek bed up the road from our (temporary) beach house and decided to run on that, which led me to this:

Someone must have gone through a lot of effort to get that there, as the area is heavily wooded. If you were much taller than me, you’d probably be running into branches as you went along, though clearly that wasn’t a problem for me.

It wasn’t a problem for the mosquitoes, either, who seemed fond of the dry(ish) creek bed. They seemed fond of me as well. … Read the rest

In Which My Cat is Disappointed in Me for Giving Her Life-Saving Medication

My cat Ella has a bladder infection. Learning this was a multi-day, messy business that involved two trips to the vet during which Ella made me feel like I was what was wrong with her and that ended with prescriptions for two pills I have to give her “at bedtime,” according to the bottles. I am not sure what bedtime even is for a cat, particularly an elderly arthritic cat like Ella. All the time is her bedtime, so I decided to interpret these instructions as my bedtime–although what that has meant is that right before I go to bed, … Read the rest

Quotable Wednesday

“For me, I took the exact right path. The cranky, independent one. And I’ve never looked back on it with anything but joy.”
-Betty Fussell in “Still Blazing Trails” by Melissa Clark, NYT, August 6, 2014… Read the rest

Revisiting Mother Goose

I recently reread this Horn Book article about Mother Goose rhymes, which has gotten me all into reading nursery rhymes again, because apparently I didn’t have enough reading to do. Every time I revisit Mother Goose, I am surprised. For instance, somehow I’d missed this one all my life:

Bat, bat,
Come under my hat,
And I’ll give you a slice of bacon,
And when I bake,
I’ll give you a cake
If I am not mistaken.

Bacon, cake, and bats all in one rhyme, and somehow I managed to go almost two decades without ever making it into a … Read the rest

My Kitten

Yesterday, I referenced a kitten that Jason had gotten for me and realized that I have somehow (shocking) never mentioned him at WATAT. His name is Scrap:

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I am in love with Scrap:

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Technically he belongs to Jason, Amy, and Ethan, and he lives at their house. Scrap seems to like them:

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Still,  I think of him as my kitten. The only reason I haven’t stolen him is because I fear if I bring him home, Ella will eat him. Also, I guess I have enough going on that I can’t keep up with. But still. He’s just. so. stinking. … Read the rest

The Kind of Thing I Write If You Pester Me Too Much About Writing in Your Birthday Book

Jason turned 40 yesterday and had a huge party today to celebrate, which I commend. I love being 40 and think everyone should celebrate the milestone joyfully, and it was a fun time hanging out at the park with so many friends.

Of course, Jason thinks that his birthday gives him the right to be all bossy, and he kept insisting that people write in his birthday book. I decided to write something from the heart:

This is the Kind of Thing I Write When You Remind Me 500 Times to Write in Your Birthday Book
You really are okay, Jason.

And the brownies really were amazing. I’m not going to parties anymore unless a.) Xandi is invited, and b.) … Read the rest

Quotable Saturday

“This is just personal preference, but I find the world so tumultuous and hardscrabble and generally terrifying that I will never tire of stories about people caring for each other, and doing nice things for each other, and in a very basic way trying to make each other feel less alone on Earth… It’s explicitly the theme of Parks and Rec–that people need each other to be happy, that communities are important, that nobody achieves anything alone.”
-Mike Schur in Poking a Dead Frog: Conversations with Today’s Top Comedy Writers by Mike Sacks… Read the rest