Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
I stood out front for a bit (under the little canopy, of course) and just enjoyed the moment. There's something about those few last seconds before officially starting the day that is almost luxurious, so thick with possibility and promise. I was also hoping that if I waited long enough, the perfect shot of the elements would present itself. This is what I got:
It is ridiculously hard to get a good picture of snow, at least when you are a rank amateur such as myself. But seriously, look at the size of those flakes! If I could catch them on film, you KNOW they had to have been huge. Thankfully, though, the snow stopped mid-morning and we were treated to the benevolent attentions of a gorgeous afternoon sun. Which was great, since today was The Official JWN Buenavista Social Club's first official event, a little something called Spring Fling! And, when the work day was done, it really DID feel like spring, especially as I saw something long-awaited while heading towards my bus stop:
Sure, it's a little more brown than green, but hey, I'm not picky.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Kelley, insuring that I get my choice slice. Thanks Kelley!Rianne, sans cellphone, asserting her position of authority at the table in a different way than usual.
Rawan and Joseph, starting the new trend of saying grace AFTER eating.
Alanna, who opted not to use the fork in her hand.
Check out the before and after:
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Rianne had to aid the artificial intelligence offered by Kelley's TomTom GPS.
We made it, despite TomTom telling us to go in the exact opposite of where we needed to get to. Thanks Rianne!Marisa's second (third? fourth?) time availing herself of the free food sample stations littered throughout Costco.
Pictures of the cake and Cake Day to come!
fingers trace the taut
stretch of your guitar’s strings
and listen as you pull and
press such lovely sounds,
each a caress I almost
feel hundreds of miles
too far away. Both pain
and pleasure, oh the way
my heart betrays me,
Who could have known
that yours would be
the hands I wish were
twined with mine,
softly teasing out the real
and ready beating of
our hearts. I try
but will I ever hear
again a song that
my soul aloft
in search of where
you sit and coax
as if from air
those chords and riffs,
each one a glimpse
into the very core of you.
I wonder then if
when you play, there’s
some small chance
you think this way
This morning, when I turned on my phone, I received a multimedia test message from my father. This is the first time I have heard anything from him since receiving the misspelled, uncapitalized, unpunctuated holiday wish that he texted me on Christmas Day. Oh, unless you want to count the meangingless emails he fowards to everyone in his Hotmail address list. Today's text was a picture of my 6 year old half-brother, perched on the edge of a desk and waving. Waving at... who? Me? That's not very likely. The kid barely knows who I am. I doubt that if you filled a room up with girls he could pick me out from the crowd as the one who shares some of the same genetic material as him. Though, we do have the same nose.
It doesn't make me happy to hear from my dad. It makes me sad. It digs up all the disappointment I've kept successfully buried since the last time he was in touch. It gets me feeling all those emotions that I'm not fond of feeling, the ugly ones that I like to live without. It reminds me of how badly I want a good father, and how, unfortunately, I just don't get one.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Of course, much laughter was had by all (by me). Josh and Kent are hilarious on their own, but together, their powers reach unparalleled heights! They're pretty great. Every time I think that the amount of love I have for these two has reached it's apex, a new pinnacle of adoration presents itself.
And the actual tax-related results weren't too bad. The good? I don't have to pay anything back! The not-so-good? I didn't get the $100,000 refund that I was hoping for... :-(
Monday, March 23, 2009
1. an elevated post affording a wide view;
2. a structure commanding a wide view of its surroundings
The "view" to the left
The "view" to the right
In case, like me, you were wondering who Laurence Decore was and what he did to deserve this, he used to be the mayor of Edmonton! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laurence_Decore
Friday, March 20, 2009
So, last night she was foraging around in the sink, as she does when there are ANY amount of dishes in there. The clinking clattering sound of her nudging plates and bowls around was driving me crazy, so I had to get up and cover the dishes with every towel we have. Then, after about 20 minutes of that not working, I ended up grabbing a fleece throw and covered the dishes with IT in the hopes she would lose interest. Well, she did... she left the kitchen and curled up under my covers with me. But, after I had my shower this morning, this is what I found:
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Not that I don't, already. I'll keep my spiritual musings to a minimum, but I do want to say that I believe that there is a higher power that exists. I believe that there is a force that is present in all living things. But, I don't have a name for it. I don't know if it has one face, or a hundred; if it is male or female; if it answers prayers or leaves us to our own devices.
Anyways, I was trying to clumsily explain something to a friend of mine in a message yesterday, and this morning found a passage in Bird By Bird that I think does a bit of a better job of it. Lamott wrote it in reference to creating characters, but I think it kind of works for what I was trying to say. So, here it is:
Now, my own list of flaws is slightly different, but you get the idea. So, ~L~, that is what I was trying to say, but in a more coherent and well-worded way than I seemed to be able to manage. :c)"Having a likable narrator is like having a great friend whose company you love, whose mind you love to pick, whose running commentary holds your attention, who makes you laugh out loud, whose lines you always want to steal. When you have a friend like this, she can say "Hey, I've got to drive up to the dump in Petaluma -- wanna come along?" and you honestly can't think of anything in the world you'd rather do. By the same token, a boring or annoying person can offer to buy you an expensive dinner, followed by tickets to a great show, and in all honestly you'd rather stay home and watch the aspic set.
Now, a person's faults are largely what make him or her likable. I like for narrators to be like the people I choose for friends, which is to say that they have a lot of the same flaws as I. Preoccupation with self is good, as is a tendency toward procrastination, self-delusion, darkness, jealousy, groveling, greediness, addictiveness. They shouldn't be too perfect; perfect means shallow and unreal and fatally uninteresting. I like for them to have a nice sick sense of humour and to be concerned with important things, by which I mean that they are interested in political and psychological and spiritual matters. I want them to want to know who we are and what life is all about. I like them to be mentally ill in the same sorts of ways that I am; for instance, I have a friend who said one day, "I could resent the ocean if I tried," and I realized that I love that in a guy. I like for them to have hope -- if a friend or a narrator reveals himself or herself to be hopeless too early on, I lose interest. It depresses me. It makes me overeat. I don't mind if a person has no hope if he or she is sufficiently funny about the whole thing, but then, this being able to be funny definitely speaks of a kind of hope, of buoyancy."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Yes, that would be snow. Coming down. In buckets. Blah. But, being the game little rooster that I am, I simply flipped my coat hood up, tied the stringy-things together in a bow under my chin and forged ahead.