Inside the airport a gray mist hovers, gathering in intensity toward the vaulted ceiling. It is -30C/-2F outside and dark outside with few lights and no moon to reflect on the snow when we land at 5:30AM. The first person we are greeted by is a fellow in a soviet style wool grey uniform with
Packing the suitcases, weighing out what’s most important, repacking. Taking Starbucks to the teachers in Almaty and books and more books. More books. Can I get by with two pairs of shoes? The official list posted on the fridge. We notice Max put his name there, as if we would go to Capital University,
Oh lone mosquitofor whom love is but remote,your translucent wings have brought you hereby some mistake.By whose warm butmisguided invitation have youcome to visit my bedroom onthis January night?Poised as you are beneath my lightI ponder your presenceknowing not where you are ought to bein dead of winter.Is it winter?The temperature today stretched itsmercurial arms
Well, not entirely at home. At Aunt Becky’s. On New Year’s Eve day, the entire grand-crew (minus Sara Kelly) went for a ride out to Michael’s sister’s barn to visit the three new sheep, the goats, the horses and the three tortoise eggs (don’t touch). Becky is a vet her family has a menagerie!
No, we are not planning a trip to ski the Rockies. We are planning two trips almost back to back and now that the holidays are over, we are beginning to organize ourselves for travel. First, we are off to Kazakhstan where the temperatures are -10F. Then we are home for a week and
I’m reading Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia by Elizabeth Gilbert . I don’t know if it is because of the book or because of some spotlight on ABC news last fall, but people seem to be into this three word thing. So I got to thinking about
RAWALPINDI, Pakistan — Enraged crowds rioted across Pakistan and hopes for democracy hung by a thread after Benazir Bhutto was gunned down Thursday as she waved to supporters from the sunroof of her armored vehicle.
The news came just as Michael and I were in cleaning mode — Kelly, Brian and
Last night Michael and I were up at the mall (again?) and he remarked, “isn’t it amazing how this season just gets people to go out and buy stuff? Look at this place.” And it is. I’m a victim myself. Stuff. Lots of it. Piled in the aisles, marked up and marked down. Shoppers
Not just any elementary, Emmerick is my grandson Ben’s school, in fact that’s his head right under the first O in Holbrook. I had a great time. First, the kids all knew my name (thanks to librarian Elizabeth and all the teachers) and a lot of ground work by the PTO, Cheryl, Marcy and
This morning I played around with a photo from Kelly’s new camera (above), thinking about last weekend. I had Katie’s two oldest, Stephie and Scottie, on Saturday. I needed to buy a filter for the fridge at Sears and pay a bill at Penney’s. You don’t have to know my mall to know that