by Mir | Oct 19, 2012 | Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Chickadee is finishing up her first week of classes at her new school, and so far, so good. She doesn’t tell me much, but I am trying to step back a little, plus I am often all doped up when we talk. She did mention wanting to use the x-ray of the hardware in my...
by Mir | Oct 17, 2012 | Health is overrated
I neglected to tell you that the night we went to the ER, Otto and I couldn’t stop laughing. I mean, really, what can you do? “How did you hurt your hand, ma’am?” “I was making apple crisp.” The questioner would do a double-take,...
by Mir | Oct 15, 2012 | Haven't been hit by lightning yet!, My name is Grumplestiltskin
We went up to the mountains to pick apples on Saturday. So pretty! Idyllic! I kept cautioning Monkey about the uneven terrain at the orchard because “all we need now is for someone to break an ankle.” HAHA. No one broke an ankle; we picked a bushel of...
by Mir | Oct 11, 2012 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience", Offspring: ecstasy and agony
Before Chickadee left, she made me load Draw Something onto my phone. “It’s super fun,” she said. “We can play together and you will love it, I promise!” My drawing skills are rudimentary at best, but on my tiny phone screen with my...
by Mir | Oct 9, 2012 | What do I do all day?
I’m sure you never would’ve guessed this (ha ha), but the departure of my daughter coincided with the triumphant return of the Apron Of Coping—our code-phrase ’round here which loosely translates to “Mir is cooking and baking in a futile...
