A special gift from Deb D:
a tea service that was her grandmothers'.
The saucers are big enough for snacks:
so we got snacks.
_
Thursday, June 13, 2019
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
First Bagame
The kids made up a Lego-based game the week after At came home from college... I thanked him over breakfast that week for making time for his baby sib, and he said no thanks were necessary, because it was genuinely fun.
They called it "Bagame" and I called it "BadGame."
The "first-ever Bagame has ended" they texted on the family channel. I clicked "like" and went back to the FYS meeting that ran late.
The "first-ever Bagame has ended" they texted on the family channel. I clicked "like" and went back to the FYS meeting that ran late.
Monday, June 10, 2019
Sunday, June 09, 2019
Strange Beauty
Today, I heard Paul Winter's Missa Gaia (1981) for the very first time at UU--almost otherworldly in its beauty, it made me happy and it made me cry. (Once I got past the JarJar Binks title and realized that it's simply Mass [of/for] Earth [In Latin and Greek] and that whales and wolves would be acknowledged as composers too.)
And late yesterday, I shared how I fell in love with 11-year-old Nu's little waif with the anxious shoulders.
And then it was a sleepover night in the rumpus room with the puppies, laughing at some of the creepy creatures in Nu's sketchbook, and falling asleep to the strange symphonic sounds of Sigur Ros.
And late yesterday, I shared how I fell in love with 11-year-old Nu's little waif with the anxious shoulders.
And then it was a sleepover night in the rumpus room with the puppies, laughing at some of the creepy creatures in Nu's sketchbook, and falling asleep to the strange symphonic sounds of Sigur Ros.
Saturday, June 08, 2019
Friday, June 07, 2019
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