Thursday, April 30, 2009

Me, mom::First

Me, mom:: how I sign my notes to my daughters.

Me, mom:: Callie and I, taking pictures of our days.

We'll try to do this on Thursday, for as long as we're having fun with it.

Mine on the left, Callie's on the right.

And a little something about us, each.

Callie::is a lefty, just like her dad, her Pop-pop, her Grandma Liz, her uncle, and her aunt.

Tara::has broken her nose at least four times. The most recent time was yesterday.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming

Well, that was interesting: Summer in April. But I have to say, when I woke up this morning and needed a sweater, I was a little relieved.

I'm not ready.

We haven't even had the lilacs bloom, yet.

Welcome back, Spring. I'm not rushing you out the door.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

ps: I've been mixing up a potion for the girls' lunch-drinks, lately, in place of expensive and sugary juices. I used it for the ice-pops, too, and it was perfect.
Callie picked out some wild-berry tea that was too sweet warm, but as iced tea, with honey and lemon, it's delicious.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Tuesday:: some links, and some navel gazing

I don't know what time is going to show on this post, but I'm telling you: again, it's late.

We are both totally overworked, and yet completely under-employed.

Tim wears two or three different hats, jobwise. All with incredibly flexible hours (read: he works all day, until late at night), but very few benefits. Except for the invaluable benefit of being able to go to occasional lacrosse games, walk Anna to school, come home for lunch one day a week, and do what he loves to do. And the boss is very friendly.

I'm working just the one job. Our family is my job. And it's full time.

Again: incredibly flexible hours (see above), no benefits. Except for numerous hugs, the chance to nap, hearing their voices rising up through the windows on the way home from school, and the gift of being around while they are still here.

But...

Sometimes. I suspect I hide behind all this usefulness, busy-ness, neediness. How can I possibly worry about what's next for me to do with my life, while there are lunches to be made? Laundry to be folded. Cheeks to kiss.

Am I kicking up the dirt, so I don't have to look too far down the road?

::

We're up late again, putting together our new baby: Public Bookstore.

I'd like to introduce you to one of our contributors, Stephanie Dennis. I "met" Stephanie through This Joy + Ride, and loved her drawings. They are perfect for our project. But she also has wonderful paintings, which you can see here.

::

Another Stephanie, whom many of us know from 3191, has given us a glimpse into her home, here, and it's wonderful. I hope you like it, too.

::

In the house to our right, a three-week-old grandson is being put to bed, along with his two-year-old brother.

In the house to our left, our neighbors have brought home a baby girl, and a baby boy. When I saw their dad(!) leave to pick them up from the hospital today, I thought: there he goes to get his children. And I couldn't keep from crying. Tim and I just perched by the open window to hear a new-baby-cry.

It's a crazy thing we do, this child-having. This parenting. This hopeful ignoring of the inevitable.

Thankfully, we are rewarded for our stupidity with all of those hugs and kisses.

::

I've been posting all sorts of pictures over here. Go have a look, if you like.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Monday, April 27, 2009

Monday morning love

I am loving, today,

::walking the kids to school.
::granola with bananas sliced in.

::the neighbors' dogwood, in full bloom outside our bedroom window.

::the neighbors' news-twins! born last night. A girl and a boy. Healthy and happy.

::summer in spring; opening the doors and windows.

::holding classes outdoors, for the middle schoolers.

::Public Bookstore inspiration, in this, and this.

::Laura Veirs; and this perfect Monday song.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Sunday night, when I should be sleeping.

It's late. Out the open window by my desk I hear what sounds like repeated gunshots, and subsequent shouting-a girl, more amused than scared. I'm guessing some teenagers are doing the sort of thing that, while tempting to call the police about, would be much less interesting upon close inspection. I'm hoping.

It's been that sort of day, actually. As if "that sort of day" routinely includes scary episodes in places you least expect. We went for a miserable hike this morning. Tim would not support that assessment, but he knows what I mean.

Along the wooded path we navigated, on the other side of the Hudson, some misguided being with a blue spray paint can left all sorts of hostile and scary graffiti. I've posted an awful lot of new shots for my suburban graffiti project today, but I've left out all the ugly ones. Curse words. Pictures. Swastikas. I didn't even take pictures of those.

I pulled Anna into the shower with me the minute we got home.

On the way back to the car, we saw a snake. I'm not a fan. Tim picked Anna up and pointed out the critter slithering away. Good enough, until the entire ground cover started to move, and we realized we had startled some sort of snake haven into action. I can't even write any more about it. Not a good walk.

Funny, the rest of Sunday was wonderful. But I'm left with this odd sense of malaise from the snakes, and the graffiti.

::

For anyone wondering: meeting Jen last night was wonderful. She is sweet and smart and lovely, and I hope we cross paths over and over again in the future. Thank you to everyone who came out to the gallery to help welcome her to Tarrytown.

::

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Saturday

I am so excited/nervous about meeting Jen at the opening tonight; I've been happy all day, and things look so beautiful to me everywhere. Tim and Anna planted the flowers this morning along Kaldenberg(we'll probably get a ticket for it!), while I went cheese/flower/wine shopping.

She's like a celebrity to me, which would probably mortify her, and the minute I see her she will not be like that anymore, but rather like the coolest friend I've known for years.
I'm a geek.
I'm a blog geek. That may be the worst kind.

This day is so perfect and warm and like a gift for all of us for hanging in there through the crappy winter. Mostly I keep thinking how glad I am that Jen & her family are having good weather in New York.
I want the whole state to lay out a soft,green welcome mat for her.
I'm a geek.

I'm going to go now, because Jen will probably read this sometime, and be scared.

I hope you are all enjoying this gift of a day, too!

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Friday, April 24, 2009

Friday Happiness

Today is the day I thought yesterday would be. The sort of day we were thinking of back when it snowed in March.

It is going to be beautiful. Sunny, warm, filled with friends, for little ones and grown ups.

Finally, the first girls' lacrosse game.

Definitely, some laying on a blanket in the park time.

Later, the first sleepover with newly-arrived-home Nana and Pop.

At last, the first neighborhood backyard soiree.

Life is good.

Enjoy your weekend. Hope to see you Saturday! Thanks for reading.
tt

Thursday, April 23, 2009

This is not a Claritin ad.

Blogger was completely uncooperative for me today, and so, left blogless, I wasted some time playing around with Picnik. (Thanks, Beth! Just what I needed. Another black hole of time.)

This morning, Tim and I made a run to the nursery, to pick up some plants. We're planning on doing some guerrilla gardening along Kaldenberg Place, to spruce up the block in anticipation of the opening reception for Jen's show on Saturday.

I was hesitant to go with Tim, but I'm loathe to turn down a kid-free outing with my husband, even if it is just to buy some impatiens.

At some point in the greenhouse, though, it became clear that I may have had ulterior motives. I've got this picture taking thing real bad. I'm starting to view life as one big photo-op. At least the store cat was willing to go along.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Book Club Cooking

Tim and I are on a big push to finish our book club book. Especially high stakes this time, as we picked the book; Rabbit Run. We are notoriously bad book club book finishers. But I think we've got this one in the sack, so to speak.

We've been sharing one copy for the last couple of weeks. I know, I know. But we honestly couldn't get a copy from the libraries (we tried several), or the used bookstore, and ended up buying it new, and it seemed frivolous to buy two. So.

In the meantime, the real point of book club looms large for me: the eating and drinking of good food and wine, and having amazing conversations with all the ridiculously smart people in our book club. They're really something. And they don't even make you feel badly when you can't keep up. Or, ahem...pipe down. Well. Anyway.

Everyone brings something to the table, literally and figuratively.

As we tend toward vegetarian at book club, I've pulled out of my recipe stash Carrot Dill Soup.
This is one of the first things I ever made, back when I first got my hands on my own kitchen, and joined a mail-order cook-book-of-the-month club. When my father, still reeling from college tuition bills, caught wind of that, he asked me if I was going to "get a job, or just stay home and cook."

I knew what the right answer was back then, but we both, my dad and I, have come a long way since. I now essentially do the latter, and no one is a bigger fan of my soup than my dad.

I used to follow the recipe from The New Basics like science lab instructions, but now I rarely follow much of anything. I started switching in vegetable broth for chicken broth a few years ago, as it seemed so unnecessary-almost an affront to the carrots. And those Silver Palate girls always had to complicate everything. Creme Fraiche? I'm still sketchy on what exactly that is.

So here's my idea of carrot soup: veggie, organic, fresh and easy. Even easier if you buy a couple bags of those baby carrots. Also, I don't have a blender around anymore, but I have one of those hand blenders, which you just plunge right into the pot and puree everything right then and there. Eliminates all sorts of issues.

Carrot Dill Soup

::saute in 1/2 stick of melted butter, 1 chopped onion, until wilted
::add 2 lbs carrots (either baby or diced), 2 celery stalks + leaves, chopped, 1/4 c fresh dill
::add in 8 cups of vegetable broth
::salt + pepper to taste, pinch of cayenne pepper (don't skip this!)

::bring to a boil, reduce heat and cover, cook for 40 minutes.
::transfer to a blender, or, if you have one, definitely use one of those hand blender things, to puree the soup to a texture that pleases you.
::check for salt + pepper, and sprinkle with a little more fresh dill, to serve.

I hope book club enjoys this as much as I enjoy them. And if you're reading, Dad, I'll save some for you.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Monday, April 20, 2009

Monday, not even close to morning.


So, the day is gone. I started this post about twelve hours ago.

Before I made pancakes, before I was parent of the day (photo day), before Anna and I collapsed into a fully dressed heap of a nap.

Before I ran around and picked up and dropped off and picked up; before I got to see the piano teacher, and make a date to hang out and drink wine.

Before the wind came up, and the cherry blossoms in the yard kitty-corner came snowing down on our tentatively greening yard.

Before the dinner making-and yes, I need to do a "dinner post"; want to do a dinner post. Tonight, matzoh-ball soup, and meatball sandwiches. Yes. Both. And more to come, for Tim and I. See why dinner around here deserves a whole post? Or three.

Before baths and iTunes downloading and In the Night Kitchen. Before tea, and goodnight hugs and kisses, and Frere Jacques and "Wisemen" (aka, I Can't Help Falling in Love).

So now, here I sit for a minute or two. To say hello. To finish what I started, all those hours ago.

Here I sit, before our own dinner, and a chance to trade stories from the day. Before the trash goes out, and the cat comes in. Before the book-club book gets finished. Before we tuck in, and say our own goodnights.

Before it starts all over again.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Saturday, April 18, 2009

The View

from eyebuzz. Ninth in a series.

My view, today. Thanks for reading.
tt

Saturday dispatch from the Gallery.

Are you the kind of person, upon leaving the farmer's market and rummaging around the basket for the bag holding a full quart of giardiniera, and finding that the helpful vendor had tied up the container in yet another bag, and twisted on one of those little twisty things, who would rip the bag right open from the side to get to the stuff as soon as possible, or who would take the time to untwist the twisty thing, thus insuring that you could safely re-twist the leftovers, assuming there were any, back into the extra plastic bag, so it wouldn't spill all over the basket in the car?

Just wondering.


::

This is a funny thing for me, to sit idle (more or less), in the gallery, for hours every once in a Saturday while. When I came in, Tim had set the computer up for me, with Pandora going. He's mentioned it before, that he's been listening to it here, but truth be told, I hadn't really focused on what he was telling me about it.

I typed in Bon Iver (yes, I'm still on that), and for the last three hours I've been listening to some of the best music I could hope to hear. Jose Gonzalez, The Shins, Iron and Wine, M. Ward, Wilco...it's kind of like having a cute boy you have a crush on making you a mixed tape.

::

I've been occupying myself by taking pictures (none of which I can post yet, as I don't have the proper cord down here at the gallery), picking at all my farmer's market loot, which I have with me because I came straight here from the market this morning, and watching YouTube clips,which literally had me in tears of laughter. (Thanks, Alexis!)

::

My stepdaughters and their friend came in and yanked me out of my Flickr-induced stupor, and were kind enough to run up the street for a cup of tea. So I'm wide awake now and watching the clock, ready to step out of the hush and still of the gallery, into the glare of finally sunlight, and start my day over again, in real life.

Hope you shed a few tears of laughter today, too.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Friday, April 17, 2009

Friday Happiness



Running away from this computer as quickly as possible! Wanted to stop in and say...

Hi.

and,

Enjoy this incredible day, weary citizens of the Northeast.

and,

Come visit us tonight at Third Friday. There's so much going on in town, and finally the weather is on board.

and,

Check this out; seems like an inspired project for a photo-happy mother and daughter. I think my girl and I might have a try at it.

and,
because it's my blog and I can do what I want to:

I love you, T.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Thursday morning

there is sun and blue and a wild turkey walking slowly, but determinedly, across the park outside my window. I think it's going to be a good day.

I had the kind of day, yesterday, that was full of contradictions.

::I didn't do anything much productive all morning, because I've been sick. But then I kicked into gear and worked steadily in the afternoon, got all sorts of things done. Things I haven't tackled in weeks, seemed urgent and do-able.

::I spent embarrassingly too much time with my head up the computer, but took a long, happy, patient walk with Anna afterwards.

::I had very little stress put upon me, yet still lost it my composure, more than once.

::I had very few groceries in the house (see above, about being sick...), yet managed to assemble quite a few tasty dishes.

::I got all of the laundry done, but even when I realized I had forgotten soap in one load, folded it and put it away, anyway.

::I thought about calling all sorts of friends, but barely spoke to anyone outside of my house.

::I meant to go to bed early, but stayed up late.

Today, I think things are going to be different. I'm going to:

::meet a friend for tea

::get some groceries in the house

::feel better

::keep my cool

::wear something pretty, for it looks like Spring may finally be here

::give birthday presents to my newly-minted teen-aged stepdaughters

::write and mail a thank you note

::ignore the laundry

::give myself a break

Hope you do (some of) the same.

Enjoy the day. Thanks for reading.
tt

ps: I put that Flickr badge over there on the sidebar all by myself. Come visit.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

The View

from eyebuzz. Eighth in a series.


We're having the opening reception for Jennifer Judd-McGee later in the show than usual, so come in and visit us this Third Friday to see her work. And keep us company.

Sweet Grass Grill will be open for dinner that night, too. We were treated to some pre-opening samples at the bar*,while the chef was warming up the kitchen this past weekend. So.so.good.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt
*Yeah, you heard me right. We were at the bar. We actually went out. Alone. Together. Yippee!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Matt Licari at Purchase College

Matt's show at eyebuzz was pre-blog, so I haven't told you here before how much we admire Matt's work, and how much we like Matt himself, Matt's family, and Matt's friends. A lot.

He'll be showing again with us sometime next Fall. We went to see his photography exhibit at the Purchase College School of Art + Design. His work is displayed here in a way we hadn't seen before, and it looked amazing.

Callie's budding photography interest is coinciding with my own (although, to be fair, hers began first!) She thinks she might like to study photography in college, except in London. I'm happy to encourage her in anything she's dreaming of, but maybe, she could stay a little, um, closer to home?
The experience of browsing around the School of A+D was, in general, awesome for us and the kids. We saw a lot of work in progress, students hanging out and in the middle of projects, a few other exhibitions: some good, and some, well, not so good.
The truth is, art can be dirty. Literally and figuratively.
We could feel the dust in the air from studios and workshops, see photo sessions going on, digital labs in use, smell cigarette smoke from the courtyard.
And, found lots of good stuff for my suburban graffiti project.*
All in all, a really good afternoon.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

*Please remember, my Flickr skills are pathetic. I'm working on it. But really, did I need another black-hole for my "free" time?

Monday, April 13, 2009

Expectations

Sometimes it's hard for me to reconcile things as they are with things as they were.

There is something about traditions and rituals from your childhood that seem so important, simply because they got there first. They stick with you as being what should be, rather than just, simply, what was.

So, I approach most holidays with a basketful of expectations. I realize now, though, that those expectations are wholly mine, and not my girls'. That they are-we are-smack dab in the middle of creating their own set of memories and traditions. That the vague sense of disappointment I carry with me, for example, over not having an elaborate Easter celebration, is about me, not them.

And that what all of us need is a little less baggage, and whole lot more joy.

So. Here are a few small, sparkly moments that happened yesterday, even without a ginormous hollow chocolate bunny, a fancy new dress, or a petting zoo.

::Anna's eyes as wide and blue as the sky, when she found jelly beans waiting for her in the morning.

::The sight of Tim and Anna painting blown-out eggs.

::The sun shining brightly, and even though there was a chill wind, planting some seeds.

::A nap.

::Happy girls coming home, happy to be home.

::Genuine appreciation of the table I had set: "oh, look, this is so pretty!"


::The girls staging an egg hunt for each other, over and over, with seven hard boiled eggs.

::Sincere thank yous.

::Looking at their faces. Yesterday, and always, always, always.

My cup runneth over.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Friday, April 10, 2009

Friday Happiness

Today, I am happy about a few things that have turned out to be as good as I had hoped:

::my week with my girls, with nothing to do.

::Jen's show up on the walls of eyebuzz.

::the latest Woody Allen, which we finally saw via Netflix, as we do everything, because going out to a movie is about as viable for us as going to the moon.

::Magnolia Bakery, origin of the cookbook from which I have been drawing for two years now. Not to mention that fantasy I have about buying her house. I need to elaborate here a bit about the genius of having a sink with soap and paper towels in the lovely eating area of an establishment that is a natural kid magnet. Thank.you.Magnolia.

::Growing up, and growing older. I thought that perhaps the scuttlebutt was true, and we would reach and pass our prime. But the secret seems to be that it only gets better. We are still as fresh and curious and eager, but now we have this extra dimension to us, and to it all.
Am I wrong about this? Am I delusional? Maybe, but I've been seeing my self for the middle-aged woman that I am, and loving it. So, leave me to my folly.

::Spring; and the life-changing and -affirming ability to leave the house without bracing oneself for chilly pain, or spending an disproportionate amount of time buttoning and zipping and wrapping up.

::Homemade pizza, of which I never tire.

::Going to bed in our little house every night.

::Every morning's first cup of tea.

Enjoy the weekend. Thanks for reading.
tt

Thursday, April 9, 2009

eyebuzz interviews::Jennifer Judd-McGee


Jennifer Judd-McGee is a Portland, Maine artist whom I have admired from afar for quite some time now. We are proud to have her show opening today in the gallery, and pleased to present here a question and answer session with Jen, complemented by her own photographs. You can find more images of Jen's work here, and here, and read about her work, process, and a bit of her life, here.

tt::When did you first start drawing and creating, and when did you first consider yourself an artist?
jj-m::I've been making things since I was a kid. I took a lot of art classes in college, but then ended up pursuing a career in women's healthcare. I started making things again in about 2006, and it suddenly seemed I couldn't stop. I've been making art full time since 2007. I still have a hard time calling myself an artist.

tt::Where do you go, what do you do, to find inspiration for your work?
jj-m::I love living along the coast of Maine, and find lots of inspiration in nature. I love to sit outside with a sketchbook, or gather a bunch of bits and bobs while out on a walk with my kids and then come home and draw them. I am really attracted to patterns I see in nature, like moss, striped rocks, bark, pebbles, mussel shells, tree buds and branches, etc. I am interested in taking little patterns and recreating them in my palette and style. I'm also really drawn to vintage stitch and embroidery books and mid-century modern design.


tt::Do you have a favorite spot in your house? Portland? The world?
jj-m::My favorite spot in my house is my dining room, because it is light and sunny and I find it a nice space to spread out and work. Around Portland I like to go to the beach at Kettle Cove, dig my toes into the sand and hang out with my sketchbook and pens while my kids play in the tide pools. My favorite place in the world is anywhere on or in Mount Desert Island/Acadia National Park, where I grew up. So much of how I see the world has been shaped by the natural beauty there. It's a really special place.


tt::Has trying to develop your artwork into a means of earning a living changed either your work or your process?
jj-m::Since I started pursuing art as a career in 2007, I've been extremely lucky in terms of not having to seek out a lot of opportunities - they've largely come to me and I feel very grateful to the Internet and the online art/design community for the connections I've made and the opportunities that have come my way. I've been feeling super busy over the past year, which is a great problem to have but I find myself really wishing for a stretch of down time to 'refill the well' or even go back to school for an MFA one day. My process these days mostly involves trying to juggle lots of different projects I'm working on while not checking out as parent.

tt::Is there anything you miss about your “old life” with a job outside of your home?
jj-m::I miss the daily dose of being around co-workers + friends I respected and thought really highly of. Working at home alone can sometimes feel pretty isolating. I also miss the 9-5 schedule and the ability to walk away from work at the end of the day. It's hard to walk away when it's in your house.

tt::How do you maintain a balance between the demands and desires of being a mom (and a wife) and being an artist?
jj-m::This is the $64,000 question. I honestly don't feel like I'm balancing anything very well right now. My kids are at a great age and I love to be around them when they're not at school - and I hate having to say "sorry, I'm busy." We do listen to a lot of audio books together at the dining room table - I do my work and they draw or do homework. It's one of my favorite ways to be together.

tt::Does having an “audience” via your blog affect your work or how you think about your work?
jj-m::I am a really shy person and it still feels weird to me that I even have a blog, even after 2 1/2 years of writing it. I try not to think about the audience too much when I write my blog or put my recent art out there on the blog. My goal for the blog has always been to share a hodgepodge of lots of things..stuff I make, what I'm inspired by (music, art, links, whatever,) stuff around the house, and kid related goings-on...but to try and maintain my family's privacy at the same time. In this sense I am just writing it for me and not for whoever the audience is out there in the world. I don't know if it works for everyone, but it works for me. I am really attracted to blogs that keep it real and show slices of everyday living.

tt::Do you do any other sort of art or crafting or writing, etc…? Did you start out just drawing, and move to mixed media, or the opposite; or did you start out painting and evolve into other forms of expression?
jj-m::I've dabbled in all kinds of things. I used to like to write, but not so much anymore. Mixed media and drawing have always sort of gone hand in hand for me. I taught myself how to do rug hooking with hand-dyed wool strips a few years ago, and I found that really enjoyable. I'd like to get back into it. I love printmaking too, and while I still do it a little bit here and there in the forms of gocco and linoleum block printing, I'd love to really dive into some other methods.

tt::Would you describe the general path you take to start on and complete a piece?
jj-m::If it's a drawing, I usually do a bunch of sketches ahead of time and then just sit down and dive in once I feel ready. For my mixed media work I go in phases: collecting materials + sorting them into color families, drawing lots of little bits to be cut up, painting backgrounds (sometimes) or painting smaller bits I'll cut up, and making bits of gocco or silkscreen prints that I'll cut up and reuse. Once I've got all of the parts, I tend to work on several pieces at once and it's a big giant mess until I'm done playing around with each piece (which often takes a longer time than I'd like it to.) I have recently been reassured that the holy mess I make seems to be common among mixed media artists - seeing other people's studio spaces (and messes) is one of my favorite things to find on Flickr or various design blogs.

tt::What would you like to do next? In a year from now, what do you imagine yourself working on?
jj-m::I'd like to dive into encaustic painting once I get some better ventilation in my work space. Also, I've been drawing repeating patterns for years but am alarmingly illiterate with Photoshop or Illustrator. I'd love to learn those programs and start making patterns that could be reproduced on textiles or paper goods.


A sincere thank you to Jen for her words + pictures.

Jen will be in Tarrytown for the opening reception on Saturday, April 25, from 6-8pm. We'd love to see you there!

The show opens today and will run through May 8.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Flashes of kindness realigning one small part of the Universe.

::The neighbor who usually keeps a distance, comes to the door with a ball in her hands. You're ready to explain that it's not your kids', but before you can, she is smiling and apologizing for the one her grandson lost down the drainpipe. And telling you about a new grandchild on the way.

::The waitress in a pizza place, 98 miles away, remembers you all from last summer. Gives you an extra glass of wine, stops by the table and tells you a bit of her story. And you wish she could sit and talk a while more.

::Your husband is an artist who can also do minor plumbing repairs. And doesn't get mad when he finds the root of the problem in the kitchen sink is definitely.you.

::You start the day out grouchy and quarrelsome, and end up laughing with your daughters over your own embarrassment. Really laughing.

::The guy at the bookstore recommends some new, local music. And it's so good. Not perfect, but the tunes stick in your head, and make you think about them.

::Someone you've always admired, but don't cross paths with nearly enough, writes you the kindest, most encouraging words in an actual letter, just when you needed them most.
And you start to think, everything is going to be OK, after all.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt

Monday, April 6, 2009

Bruised Apple

Go. Here.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt