When my dad was dying in the ICU, we were all frayed to bits. I was staying with my mom, and I would tell her I was going to bed around 8pm every night, but it was just that I REALLY needed to get away from everyone by the end of the day. I laid in bed every night and read Notes From a Small Island. Bill Bryson saved my sanity during that last stretch. I lived in that book like it was a desert island in the ocean.
Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carrying a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is to die of old age before it finds you.
Mal ,'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Scrappy - Mar 15, 2011 4:28:05 pm PDT #17698 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Burrell - Mar 15, 2011 4:41:04 pm PDT #17699 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
There's something in Erin's post that reminds me of an Emily Dickinson poem, one of my favorites, and one I think of often when life gets hard. Number 419 (I hope I get the breaks right):
We grow accustomed to the Dark--
When Light is put awway--
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To withness her Goodbye--
A Moment--We uncertain step
For newness of the night--
Then--fit our Vision to the Dark--
And meet the Road --erect--
And so of larger --Darknesses--
Those Evenings of the Brain--
When not a Moon disclose a sign--
Or Star--come out--within--
The Bravest--grope a little--
And sometimes hit a Tree
Directly in the Forehead--
But as they learn to see--
Either the Darkness alters--
Or something in the sight
Adjusts itself to Midnight--
And Life steps almost straight.
Glamcookie - Mar 15, 2011 5:06:57 pm PDT #17700 of 30000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
{{{Maria}}} Thinking of you.
~ma to all who need it. Sadly, I barely keep up around here anymore. My newly walking boy takes all of my time! [link] [link]
lisah - Mar 15, 2011 5:10:08 pm PDT #17701 of 30000
Punishingly Intricate
aw, geez, GC! That's A LOT of cute!
Barb - Mar 15, 2011 5:20:11 pm PDT #17702 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Oh, Glam... he looks so PROUD!
Steph L. - Mar 15, 2011 5:21:32 pm PDT #17703 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Walking boy!!! LOVE!!!
Strix - Mar 15, 2011 5:21:36 pm PDT #17704 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
It's good to see you, though!!
ADORBS!
Connie Neil - Mar 15, 2011 5:30:01 pm PDT #17705 of 30000
brillig
There's a book I read quite a while ago, with the main character a woman who has had her sojourns in mental institutions and who is now trying to rebuild her family and life while everyone watches carefully to see if she's going to collapse again. She has a tricky relationship with her mother, and in one less-fraught scene she wonders to her mom about how Mom has coped with so much angst. Her mom shrugs. "It's what you do. The streets aren't full of weeping women sitting on the curb."
I find that very comforting in a not-too-fuzzy way.
Glamcookie - Mar 15, 2011 5:32:26 pm PDT #17706 of 30000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
He's pretty cute, no? Seriously, he is walking like crazy now - it is so adorable.
DavidS - Mar 15, 2011 5:32:57 pm PDT #17707 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
He's pretty cute, no?
He is pretty cute, yes!