What a strange place to be Sending intermittent thoughts Small prayers to ‘wasband’ he who was my husband On the untimely but not altogether unexpected death of his brother, Cornelius “Neal” Named for their father late last week, diseased liver and rattled core gave up and ghosted him to the other side younger…
Category: parenting
Forest Through.
Empty nest – what empty nest? Our nest has people. Some are not-quite mine, some (when they visit) are very much mine. Our nest is not empty. There is a dog here, and a man and a teenboy. And me. Not empty. But, it is not full, either. There’s an essay going around social…
August 13, 2016.
Dump (last few wine bottles from garden project). Break the fast. Weird here without the dog. Weird without WiFi…but, whatever. Radio all day. Bag hanging clothes. Box last few breakables, pack odds and ends. Break down sofa. Rapid and merciless assessment of garage (not much packing, mostly organizing). Confirm start date of new job (Tuesday?)…
August 9, 2013. (Journal)
If Saturday is the last day of any week, then Sunday is the start. That said, this has been (is still) a rather nice week, in all the weeks of this year. A little travel, a little cooking, a little exploration (some unintentional, some very intended). One plot came to a close while ideas spring…
Humble Hush. June 12, 2015.
Before bed I ask – your pain ease, your breath normal, your rest restorative. – my child find peace in her heart while away. – tomorrow’s weather be kind. – more thunder charge the dog back over the fence. – peaceful moments for friends grieving missing loved ones. (A hard week for many.) – abundant…
June 6, 2016. Journal entry.
Winding down work. Most loose ends knotted. House on the market; the agent’s sign hangs tall at the bottom corner of the lawn. Mapped out my packing plan between now and moving day. Scheduling dinner dates, drink gatherings, letmeseeyouoncemore times. It will be weird not going to marching band rehearsals; weird not witnessing the steady…
Prom Promise Mock Crash 2017, photos.
For those seeking pictures from last Friday’s Mock Crash exhibition, here is the link: WMHS Mock Crash 2017 Thank you for your participation. Stay safe, make smart choices. Dar Dawson ox
Pre-Launch. (Journal entry. 8 April 2015)
Him: “Looove your wild, plaid poncho!” He is shepherding his two wiggly small people into their way-too-big mini-van; one of whom, the smaller, has dashed out behind the car between our cars–the driver trying to back out of her space, thankfully aware of the dasher, who has been dragged back by his father to the…
Girl Storm. 23 Feb 2015.
None of this is easy. All of it is necessary. Most of it is done against a constant barrage of conflict and confusion and hurt. Such a hurt. Don’t tell me this too shall pass. Don’t tell me someone else is at fault. Do not tell me how good a mother I am as…
How it Began. Feb 2, 2013.
Pajamas under my overalls, I drive from bank to bank getting together oil money. It’s complicated but it is there. There is gratitude beneath my frustration at the cold. Yet the only thing I can think of, for some reason, is all my friends who have children growing up – for a variety of reasons…
Trick, Treat, Bittersweet.
Two job screenings via telephone this morning (and well done, I might add.) One resulting in an interview tomorrow; the other, a “…we should know by Wednesday – please wait to hear from me.” Ambient sounds playlist for Trunk or Treat: mixed, downloaded, ready. (I love Spotify.) Plotting picnic supper for this evening while contemplating…
Bearings.
Sunday evening truth: After two full weeks, I feel a bit lost. Maybe it will come and go, just as the realization I am actually here at all keeps knocking me over in unpredictable, powerful waves of ‘Oh my gosh!!’ They rise up at the silliest times and catch my breath. At the kitchen sink…
