oh my partner
how i long to laugh and to cry
in your arms
to feel your breath on my skin
to see your smile light up the sky for eternity
or just one more time
On the strength of peanutbutter jars
I’m so mad at Mike that I won’t even write what I’m thinking about him right now. I’ll save it for the ears of those special few (you know who you are) who are kind enough to listen to my rants in person. Continue reading “On the strength of peanutbutter jars”
Shattered trust
I’ve always had this fear that something would happen to my children. I have often thought about how devastating it would be if one of them were killed. Same with my parents/other relatives/friends.
Continue reading “Shattered trust”
Split personality weekend
I was of two minds this weekend.
Saturday, several people came to help in the yard. And other people took care of the kids while we did this (thanks Anton, Elena, George, Samantha, Adrianne). We got two trees planted and mulched, one tree cut down, two tree stumps removed, wood stacked, and many lettuces and parsley starts planted. And the driveway swept (thanks to George; fellow leaf blower hater). Continue reading “Split personality weekend”
The healing power of food
Call me a sucker. The way to my heart is through my stomach. Continue reading “The healing power of food”
Death of a dream
Some friends and I started to inventory Mike’s production gear last night (thanks Julie and Tom). I’m going to sell it. It doesn’t justify itself as rental gear–not enough income. And the rate at which things become obsolete, selling sooner rather than later makes the most sense.
And when I sell, I’ll be able to pay off some of our business debt.
How to help this week
Okay, I’m going to write this notice on the blog and will enter it onto the calendar tomorrow. (I’m new to the calendar, too and I have very little time today to tinker with it).