Where, indeed. I let this blog kind of lapse, because there wasn’t much going on. We were just kind of hanging out in limbo. Traipsing from one place to another. Getting to see lovely old friends and getting to meet lovely new people. Getting to deal with my character defects … Continue reading
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Fly, little one.
We are moving our daughter into her own place today. She’s ready; she’s an amazing young woman who’s coped with a lot of change and done it beautifully. She’ll be fine–she always has been. I’m the one who’s a mess. I hope none of us will look back on … Continue reading
Tickets. Holy crap.
Ho-lee crap. Martin’s on the phone with South African Airways. I thought I was freaking out before. We’re buying. Tickets. To South Africa. We will be landing in Capetown in just a few weeks. And apparently we’re missionaries? At least, as far as South African Airways is concerned, we are, … Continue reading
Things! Stuff! Junk! Contraptions!
Our lives are too full of things. Don’t get me wrong. They’re pretty things, they’re useful things, they’re entertaining things. I love my iPhone as much as everyone else, possibly more. But what kind of fulfillment comes from buying more things? In my experience, not much. The hole we’re trying … Continue reading