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Frazz and the mirror eyes~
There are two places where I always end up feeling nervous and small. One is the airport. When I was young, my dad worked for TWA, and we’d always fly standby – free to see my grandmother, cousins. The catch … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Gin, The g-kids, The outside world, Visits
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Frazz and the Slithering Tails
On Friday, I suggested that Frazz might want to go outside and play. We have a great yard—trees and rope swings and hills and little forests. I had visions of myself propped up in a lawn chair with a book, … Continue reading
Frazz and the Exploding Pony
So much to write—so little time. When the Gin set comes to visit, all of the family together, Frazz cannot touch the horses. This is because he does not want his mother’s head to explode. Or her eyes either. Or … Continue reading
Flipping Sweet Sorrow
We living creatures are constantly swimming in a confluence of diverse and dynamic systems. I know that. And I know that a peaceful day is something of a miracle. And any series of peaceful days is … Continue reading
Posted in Epiphanies and Meditations, friends
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Brave Max
This is Nice Max . . . champion of dogs who need to go OUT, friend to stuffed animals, the comfort of his mother’s old age. This is Brave and Strong Max. VERY strong Max. This … Continue reading
July: not just fireworks
It’s not easy to write about life at the same time you are living it. What did Wordsworth say? Poetry is strong emotion as recollected in tranquility? Yeah. Tranquility. A poet who was obviously not a mother. Because I … Continue reading
Posted in Epiphanies and Meditations, Family, Images, Just life, Texas, The g-kids, The kids, Visits
Tagged Dad, family, Gin, grandkids, Keven
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Swelter
Yeah, I know I was complaining about the rain—the dreary, chilly rain – was it just a month or so ago? Well, I’m taking it back. Not all of it, but some of it. Because now it’s hot. Hounding hot … Continue reading
Kind of a Stupid Day
1. Morning: Max slept here last night, but Ginna did not – as she had to pick Kris up at the airport. And G has sessions all day, and Chaz is sick. So I need to be the one who … Continue reading
Craft and cleverness
I love handmade stuff. Love it, love it, love it. And I love buying from the person who makes the stuff. Especially magical things like pottery and lampwork and stained glass and jewelry and onions. I wanted to show you … Continue reading
Opining about opinion
Karl Marx once opined that religion was the opiate of the masses. Chaz proposes another view: that politics is the true opiate, giving the masses such a nice big bone to worry, they’re too busy with it to look up … Continue reading