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Friday, July 17th, 2009

geekchick

2:47p I did rather like Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, but I'm not sure if the joke is going to be as funny the second time around.

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possumbane

11:42a Photo Dump 72

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bobo_dreams

11:52a And The Kid Keeps Runnin' Runnin'...

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poetbear

7:58a happy birthday amazon_waryr

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aboutlooking

10:39a Cardinal

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amicablebitch

9:02a format steal from lilspanker Loving: Wearing smaller sizes! (and that it's Friday!) Glad: I can still eat cheeseburgers. Liking: Upcoming travel plans (Colorado and NYC here I come!) Wanting: A raise (I did ask for a review though, so maybe it's on the horizon) Grateful: I'm alive, I'm healthy, and I have a job...and some pretty fab friends. Annoyed: I can't be myself around the person I want most to like me for me. Needing: To clean, organize, and get rid of stuff. Thinking: I'm probably going to have to buy a new car sooner rather than later.

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why_a_duck

7:10a Another sign of how old (and how big a geek) I am ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )

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why_a_duck

6:57a Crickets ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )

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mactavish

1:05a ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )

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carocrow

2:01a From Twitter 07-16-2009 08:42:54: CaroCrow: A ship in port is safe, but that's not what ships are built for. ~Grace Murray Hopper 08:47:12: CaroCrow: RT @EnergyMandala "Perhaps I am stronger than I think" ~ Thomas Merton 23:22:20: CaroCrow: Moving through grief is a shamanic journey of being broken and rebuilt, learning to experience everything as transient and precious. 23:28:43: CaroCrow: The rain snuck up on us tonight.... what a blessing, we really needed it. Tweets copied by twittinesis.com

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Thursday, July 16th, 2009

flying_blind

10:32p Still Going outside to check if it has cooled off enough that I could turn off the air conditioner and open the windows, I was expecting the usual summer night scent of pine resin and dry grass. Instead there was a strange smell like a combination of sandalwood, grapefruit zest, and overheated Campbell's vegetable soup. Had I not already had dinner I'd have lost my appetite. A second kitten is getting brave, and the first one is getting braver. The first one came right onto the porch while I was sitting there this afternoon, and didn't even bother to stare at me. It was less then ten feet away. The second kitten stayed on the grass, about fifteen feet distant, and kept a close eye on me. The third kitten peeked at me from the end of the jasmine hedge, and withdrew when I looked directly at it. All three are perfectly happy to come on the porch and look at me when I appear at a window. Aside from the periodic hum of the air conditioner, this is a very quiet (if smelly) night, with not a leaf rustling and only a single cricket chirping. I hope a breeze arrives eventually, or the night will never cool off. Time to let Portia (aka Garage Cat) into the back room, lest gray cat come and beat her up while I'm in the shower.

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her_whispers

10:22p the same beautiful place you have seen a million times before. i stood atop the hill nearly an hour. just listening. it was so quiet there. so tranquil. serene. click for larger. and captions.

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why_a_duck

9:40p And on the second day, there was nothing else at all. What a day that was. ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )

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imgomez

7:52p Who? Who? All her life, my mom has liked owls - collected owl knick knacks, dolls, etc. Yesterday, a beautiful owl appeared in my parent's side yard, right outside the sliding door in the living room. In broad daylight. It stayed all day, all night, and was still there this morning. Just perched on the palm tree, checking out the other birds that were eating the seed my dad scatters for them, and watching us through the window. He never even moved when we went into the yard to get stuff from the shed. We took his picture with my brother's phone. Will post later. Right before we left for the airport, we looked for him one last time - but he was gone. Insert Twilight Zone music...

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imgomez

7:22p Cry until you laugh My mom specifically stated that she didn't want any special box or urn for her ashes - that we would provide our own - just anything. So we asked the mortuary about the dimensions we would need. Then we set about trying to find a container that mom would approve of, but wouldn't absolutely horrify the people at the mortuary. We kids joked about they way mom used to "wrap" Christmas gifts in brown grocery bags and masking tape. And she never bought Tupperware, just saved margarine tubs. Trink suggested we put her in a tub. "I can't believe it's not butter!" I upped it with a little ditty, "If you think it's butter, but it's not, it's your mom!" Dave suggested a Mrs. Butterworth syrup bottle. We settled on a $3 white craft box from -- Walmart -- (shudder). Funny cremation story: We had paperwork authorizing the cremation, but needed my Dad's signature, as my sister's power of attorney status for my mom ended with her death. They said they probably wouldn't be able to do the cremation before Friday, since they needed death certificates, etc. When we returned with the signed paperwork - the authorization they NEEDED- they first said that they wouldn't be able to do it until Tuesday. We pressed them to see if they could do it sooner, so my brother wouldn't have to extend his stay. Then they said they could speed it up - then they checked their schedule and told us they had already cremated her. Wha? While my sister was still holding the "authorization" in her hand? It was fine, but on the way out, we laughed about how it would have gone down if we had said that we had changed our mind and wanted a full funeral with a viewing and everything. As fans of Six Feet Under, we joked that even Ricko couldn't fix that one. Then, when we were at the caregiver agency, settling up, Trink waited until the person at the desk went in back to get some files to help herself to the candy bowl on the counter. She was sorting through it when the woman suddenly reappeared, and Trink froze like she was caught - both hands full of candy. She had to try to discretely shove some in her pocket to free up her hand to take the papers that were being handed to her. When things are sad and intense, the weird humor that only other family members "get" really sparkles.

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