{{{DJ}}} I love your childhood stories -- you have been so fortunate to have him in your life, but oh, what a hole he will leave behind.

Beej, I'm sorry things are so doubtful and such a struggle right now. Vibing you care and wisdom.

Whoo. Been around the block with Matilda, who had a spectacular day full of smiles and eager engagement with the world and then spent a few minutes too long on the playmat and got overstimulated and stressed-out. Post-walk, she's nursing and starting to relax again. I'd commit a felony for a cup of coffee, but I'm afraid to move.

Catching up: Katefate! Yay!

Not many people knew why I withdrew - depression robbed me of my words. Even answering a simple email was intimidating

I know this one. There are people who used to be friends, but now I feel stupid saying, "I'm sorry you haven't heard from me in a year, but communicating just seemed too hard."

I'm sorry, DJ. It sounds like your grandfather had a good life and left you with wonderful memories.

My stay at my mother's was notably free of drama. I discovered, however, that the opposite of drama is boredom.

Thanks JZ I truly value the good thoughts. And right back atcha with the support vibes.

My friends with the toddler I watched being born are struggling with a sweet little guy who is adorable in so many ways but seems best able to communicate through screaming. Even though they've taught him signs he can use to get his needs met until words become more readily available to him. I honestly don't know where the strength comes from! Bless every single parent among you.

eta: Um. I meant to say, bless you parents, every one. In that Tiny Tim way...not in the non-partnered parent sense.

I DON'T WANT TO SEND FAXES TO BAHRAIN, I WANT TO GO THE FUCK HOME!!!!!!

Come mister tallyman, tally Trudy's faxes. Nighttime come and she wanna go home.

{{{{{Daisy}}}}}

I'm glad your grandfather had a good, full life and that you have good memories, but it's never easy, especially this near the holidays.

Oh Daisy, its so hard to lose them at Christmastime. We lost my Grandmother ten years ago last week. For the first few years it made the holiday very hard -- but now, I swear, Christmas brings her back to me.

t popping in

For Jilli (gift to my mom for xmas. Not best picture, but you get the idea. First saw them at Albuquerque airport shops, this one bought at Mud&Metal here in B'more.)

Daisy, 96 and the stories you've told may be a well-lived life, but it's always too soon. I'm so sorry. Glad you got to have visit where he was feisty. It counts in memory.

t popping out

Daisy, I am so sorry. May his passing be peaceful, and may you find peace, too.

{{{Daisy}}}

When we lost my grandpa at age 88, I recall that even though the funeral was sad there was still a lot of jokes and good stories about him to make the event a warm and pleasant one. That is the kind of funeral I want. I want jokes and funny stories. I want people to laugh.