Kaylee ,'Shindig'
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Thanks, Nora. It's sort of weird - "I'm sorry" is the appropriate response, I think, when someone mentions a pending divorce, but I really don't feel loss at the moment. That was months ago.
But if people wanted to send ~ma, i got an email from Joe that might possibly, maybe represent a change in direction from the rather ugly ways things had been headed. So, any "step away from the brink" vibes that could be sent Iraq-ward would be very appreciated.
Sending ~ma your way Stephanie.
Stephanie, I so hope the change of direction is much, much for the better. ~ma headed your way.
Much hopes for less bitter.
Frankenbudda, I'm glad your mom's doing better.
Thanks, y'all. Amyth's loads of fun to travel with, as are the other people in the group.
Much, much ~ma to you, Stephanie. (Also, I owe you an email!)
Today I have gone on two separate errand runs in which I procured bagels, gas for the car, cash for me, a set of spare keys, one maternity shirt, two non-maternity dresses that I hope will still look and feel OK with a growing belly, a burrito, and a 34-lb bag of cat litter. That's more than I've done in at least the past three weeks. And now I nap.
Improvement~ma for your mother, Frank.
Easing-tension~ma for you, Stephanie.
I have got nothing done today that I meant to do. I'm being held hostage by tumblr. I'm already following 41 people and I just joined yesterday.
Good news about your mom, Frank, and may she continue to improve.
Less-bitter-ma, Stephanie.
Dayum. Sail. I've been on about six months and you've already got me beat. I've deliberately gone very slowly though. It's my happy visual place. I could probably be content with Good Stuff, books and handwriting, interiors, things tea-related, and landscapes. Objects, perspective, and humans only as a curve or a shadow or a line.
Sending ~ma to Stephanie, and a little ~ma Iraq-ward.
Soccer was a gauntlet today. Franny had a double header. Oof. Now it's over, kids are home, fed, and bathed. Time to relax, right? Oh and do laundry and grade.
I'm such a magpie visually; I'm collecting all kinds of tumblrs. I imagine after the initial rush is over I'll go back over some of those tumblrs and unfollow them. Especially if they don't post very often. It's just all so new and shiny right now.