I did it again. I somehow sloshed just enough water on my laptop to fry the keyboard. This would be the second time, in case you're keeping track. Can anyone top that? I thought for a brief, heart-stopping moment that I might have to go back to a PC, but then all sorts of wonderful, serendipitous events transpired to keep that from happening. A friend saw my post, and then looked on Craig's list and saw my exact laptop (but in much better shape, meaning it had both USB ports (one of mine was ... continue reading...
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Once More
"Cut my hair," she says, with that all-purpose, pleading tone, the one she uses for popsicles and new shoes and just one more game of cards. I don't want to cut her hair. She's twelve ... almost thirteen, and that means she owns an opinion or two. I'm not as "this or that" as I was last year, or the year before. I can't get away with bordering-on-funny anymore. She rolls her eyes and looks out the window at nothing -- hoping, I sense, to distance herself from my corniness. "No," I say. She ... continue reading...
Fly
We missed the Evergreen State Fair this year. I don't know how that happens. I am always so determined that we're going to go, but sometimes August slips into September and our chance disappears along with it. There's always the Puyallup, but it's not the same thing. All my best memories are from the Fair in Monroe. And of all those memories, the most precious to me is the last time I went with my grandmother. She announced one day that she wanted to go. In itself, that request doesn't seem ... continue reading...
That Rock
It's just an ordinary rock. You could rinse it, scrub it, and polish with all your might, and it wouldn't look any prettier than it looks right now, right there, sitting on my desktop. I picked it up on my first trip to Israel, when we paused on the Mount of Olives to hear a teaching about the events that transpired in that place 2000 years ago. Luke 37 tells us that as Jesus was descending the Mount of Olives on His way back toward Jerusalem, the multitude felt so stirred by the mighty ... continue reading...
Moon Songs
"The heart knows its own bitterness ..." Proverbs 14:10 Craig was only twelve, but that was two years more living than I had under my belt, so naturally I believed him. "I know why that old German lady is crazy," he told my cousin and me, gesturing to the house next to his. His was the skinny in-between farm, flanked on one side by my grandparents and on the other by the lady in question. I didn't doubt Craig. He knew just enough more about everything else that we never thought to question ... continue reading...
The Heavens Declare
We had a Helen Keller moment this week. It started, as so many things do, with me remembering that I had forgotten something ... which sounds kind of oxymoronish. While I was gardening earlier in the evening, Dave had lit three of the tiki torches out on the patio earlier to keep me from being consumed alive by mosquitoes, and hours and hours later they came to mind, and I wondered if we had forgotten to blow them out. Glancing out the living room window, I saw that we had. "Gage, want to go ... continue reading...