A surprise snowstorm greeted us when we awoke. After our Sunday duties, we bundled up and went out to enjoy it. After two snow walls were built, we each took turns trying to hurl snowballs at one another, a kind of civilized battling. If it weren't for the fact that L & C cannot throw very well, we would have been out there until dark.
But to see their excitement when it was their turn was enough.... smiles with hints of bad intent, laughter with devious overtones.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
stones tomorrow
i know you hurt, don't think i don't. But to care, to feel, is so beyond my capacity it frightens me.
Some days i think i will go from woman to woman so i don't have to mar my marriage. It is safer to feed on bits of bread than to marry the baker.
If i cared i'd have a better metaphor.
Please know, KT, you are always wonderful. Not were, are.
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