Family
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Grateful but aware
The house is quiet now.  My brother and sister-in-law have taken their kids down the hill to get gas and take a break. The MoH and the RT have taken Big for a ride — her favorite thing. Someone made the… Continue reading
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Paradise is burning.
Last night as we flew over San Diego county, the pilot said that if we looked out the windows we’d be able to see the fires burning out of control in several places below. That if we smelled smoke in… Continue reading
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Just another Friday
His large feet shush across the carpet toward my bed in the dim rainy day light. I can hear his hesitancy as he approaches and know he must be wondering if I’m awake, or even alive. I’m tangled in and… Continue reading
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Salt Lamps and Earthquakes in Paradise
My oldest son gave me a halite rock salt crystal lamp ionizer last year. I was pleasantly surprised because I had seen the lamps glowing eerily in shops I’d strolled through before, wondering what they were, and thought them beautiful.… Continue reading
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Grinning and Swearing over Syllabi
It’s a little difficult to write when my iTunes playlist is soothing the crabby writing self I was planning on strutting today to commune with my First Day of Not Going to School hangover. No, not that kind of a… Continue reading
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Quiet Mornings and Passing Years
Fairly apropo being born on Labor Day for reasons other than the obvious. Yes, it’s my birthday, and it has the feeling of peace that it normally does, creeping up amongst the other aspects of life that have always taken… Continue reading
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Fly Snappin’ + Eau de Espresso = Blog Love (mwah!)
I’m whipped. If my butt was dragging any more than it is right now, I’d have to have a skid plate installed on my caboose. And it’s Monday. Jeez. But let’s review why I’m suffering from a serious hitch in… Continue reading
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Birthdays Boys and Paradoxical Sunsets
I could mull over the paradox that is “America’s Finest City,” or what I lovingly refer to as Paradise: palm trees and NIMBY pettiness; temperate climes and a questionable, tenacious city attorney; luxury housing and chronic homelessness; or cutting edge… Continue reading
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Sunday Mornings and Floors that Move
The RT is quite the gamer. I’ve mentioned before that he’s got a passion for tiny figurines and war machines that he spends hours painting. So yesterday, the MoH and I drove him and a friend to Games Day up… Continue reading
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And another one leaves Paradise.
My mom has loaded up and is getting into her little white car tomorrow at about 3:00 AM. She’s sold her casita in the hills, and the last few real possessions other than clothes have been gifted, donated, or bartered… Continue reading