where are we again?
window ghoulies
somebody who designs the displays for shake rattle & read has been working some serious creative overtime…
weekend delights
my super-adorable niece got her money’s worth out of the trains exhibit at the amazing museum of science and industry on saturday.
and afterward we all trekked over to margie’s candies for ginormous ice cream sundaes.
it can be most excellent to have a few kids handy as an excuse to kid it up ourselves. :)
the mysticism of friendship
I don’t know how they do it, but they do. I will be scraping along in the sediment of whatever mundane moods seep up of a given day, given week, and a glowing little missive will come fluttering into my inbox to spark alight all the damp and dreary ends back into something warm and pulsing. stillness along the threads that comprise my extended friendship network is completely understandable and natural in the way of ebbing and flowing busy lives, if mournful to the one who’s blue– and I do know that my own fingers should tap out a morse to call forth a reassuring echo when in need– but sometimes these true friends just, somehow, know, and do it, all on their own, just like that– and the whole thing comes awake, alive, and I am nestled, nested, cocooned once more by the knowing of those who value and love me in this world, and all is right again.
bananas and avocados give me an awful stomach ache
have done since I was in my teens. always seemed a bit inexplicable to me and didn’t help that it’s a somewhat inconsistent reaction. but sitting here this morning with my banana-laden breakfast cereal grinching in my belly, I did a little google search out of curiosity and turned up a trove of validation. relief at least in that I am not alone. huh.
mufflerman
just drivin’ thru town.
homemaking
we worked really hard on our living space this weekend– lots of trips up and down the three flights of stairs (both with the burning legs to prove it), enormous amounts of things gone through and either organized or removed bodily from the premises– still far from "done" but worlds better– space to live and breathe in, walls taking shape, greater efficiencies and arrangements to delight the eye. the process was not without its snags and emotional pitfalls, as we worked to loosen our respective grips on effluvia from past lives– lots of head-butting and occasional stomping on toes (for the most part mine on his)– but this, too, I believe, is a significant part of the catharsis: learning to occupy the process together, to ride those swells and plunges with a minimum of choking. in the course of things we are reminded, time and again, in practice, that we both see and hear one another, a gift which I've never experienced so dynamically and honestly with another human being. when you've got two strong-willed and creative folks living in close proximity, there's bound to be some weather generated– but for the most part the sun shines and things are growing. and cocktail/dinner parties are in the works! yeehaw.
our kitchen
featuring a shiny new addition from chris’s mom.
party chez gipajamaman
this was a coupla weeks back, but I’m playing some cell phone photo catchup…
