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Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!

Saturday, July 09, 2011


You know you have it bad when you see something random like this...

...and think of the guy of whom you are inordinately fond, whose name begins with M.

How I have felt in recent weeks:

Kinda like that scene from “Footloose” where she has one foot on each car and is screaming at oncoming traffic.

But if your eye takes you up the side of that left mini-crate, down the left handle of the bulldog clip to the business end, up the right handle, and down the side of the right mini-crate, you find another, somewhat wobbly, M.

Something else I love that begins with M. Ditto for this:

There is a bag of ossifying, geriatric Marshmallows up in my cubby at work. I’ll spare you the visual.

So: today there will be a Modicum of laundry, a Manicure if I have my way, and then I will pick up Fourthborn for the doll meet-up, where Mel-Mel-Chan will take Honor home to re-string her. [Asian ball-jointed dolls are held together by elastic, which, in this lovely Texas heat, poops out on a somewhat regular basis. I haven’t been able to play with Honor, and I haven’t tried to sew for her, because she is all floppy and flails about and will not stay put when I pose her.] I am also taking Temperance, because she’s the newest and hasn’t gotten out much. She’s just not as portable as Chutzpah, who can fit in my pocket.

Depending upon how I feel physically after the laundry and the running about in a non-AC’d car, I may go to the game night at my friend’s, which is just south of downtown Dallas. The doll meet-up is a 70-mile roundtrip, not counting the drive to Arlington for my nails and to pick up Fourthborn and whichever of her dolls is coming along. I may just want to come home and go to bed, or go slog through the pool first and then go to bed.

I had a great dinner with Brother Sushi last night. We went to Pie5, and he enjoyed his pizza. [Goes without saying that I enjoyed mine. This was my fifth trip in roughly three weeks.] Then we drove to Braum’s for ice cream. Braum’s was a whole lot less crowded than Pie5, and we did our usual sitting-and-talking there, until we were both yawning prodigiously, and I made him take me home.

We were too tired to solve any of the world’s problems last night, so today you guys are on your own! But I have faith in you.


AlisonH said...

And those two containers, along with the structure of the clip itself, are not letting that clip fall.

Lynn said...

@ Alison: Faith + works + sheer bulldog stubbornness = successful endurance

Jenni said...

I feel like the first part of this post was brought to me by the letters, M, L and P for pizza.

Bonnie said...

This is my comment to "like" Jenni's comment.