Sunday, September 23, 2012
Scooters in Action
The kids got $ for their good grades, and they decided they wanted to get kick scooters. The first round on Saturday was chock full of scrapes and skinned knees. That brand new box 'o Band-aids came in handy. Today they had the hang of it and it sure made my heart smile to hear them laughing and playing. Instead of crying like yesterday, muahaha.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Happy Birthday Mom!
Hope Mom/Granny Old like the cakes we made for her!
And, since it's better to be way early than a few days late, here is the prototype for Granny's 2013 cake! So unique...and all edible :)
And, since it's better to be way early than a few days late, here is the prototype for Granny's 2013 cake! So unique...and all edible :)
But, just in case the peacock one doesn't turn out, we have a backup cake plan.
Happy Birthday Mom/Mami!
Happy Birthday Woman!
Happy Birthday Granny Old!
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Mirror
Mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful-
The eye of the little god, four cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
by Sylvia Plath
Monday, September 17, 2012
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