Category: Everyday Stories
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Stream of consciousness story-telling
The line that most stood out in H.o.p.’s stream-of-consciousness story last night (I get at least an hour of stories like this a day). He blends his stories with actions he is making. I was washing dishes. He came in and got yogurt from the refrigerator, in the middle of the relation of a Space…
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Physics
H.o.p. carries his huge stack of drawing paper from the living room to his computer table. He drops part of it. “Stupid gravity!” he exclaims. “I hate gravity!” He frequently complains about gravity and says he wishes it didn’t exist. I did not complain about gravity when I was his age. Sitting on the desk…
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The bathroom floor needed washing
Well, I’d say we did admirably with our bathroom sink for three years. The landlord said it was slow draining and he wasn’t joking. Slow draining as in you run a little water and then cut it off and it takes a long time to drain that little bit of water. Which is a pain.…
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Without country
Last night at around 3 AM I was looking at a photo of an Iraqi man holding up to the camera eye a dead baby in diapers. I always wake up a couple of hours after I go to sleep and I get up and drink some water and read a little or work a…
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Bigger, smaller –"Alice in Wonderland" science
Ah, the travails and uncertainties of homeschooling. This chapter I’m naming “Alice in Wonderland” science. We’re listening to “Carmina Burana” this morning, an old favorite of H.o.p.’s, because it was used in a video at a website on the “4th Revolt”, which I came across via Pen Elayne. The idea over at the 4th Revolt…
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King Coal
Many years ago a guy showed up in our lives, a musician, had the art side of it all down cold, played in an Athens-Atlanta band but wasn’t really too much a part of the music scene, who hired my husband to engineer and produce some of his redos of Johnny Cash songs. He had…
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Snow Princess One
Snow Princess One 2006 9 h by 20 in w Digital Painting © copyright Jk Lightbox enlargement One in a series of three.
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The Show Must Go On (not, but seems to be)
“Pinocchio, you’ve returned!” And here am I, the first decent morning I’ve had in a while, the whale’s mouth opening a crack. H.o.p. is running in to yell, “The garbage truck is here! The garbage truck is here!” Bang, boom, crash. He sits back down at the computer to draw some more of the marvelous…
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"Just like a movie"
We are back. H.o.p. did not want to go to the Memorial and we didn’t press–the hundreds at the service would have been too much for him. And the two hour receiving line afterward. So I stayed at the house with him and helped friends of the family prepare, as they arrived from the service,…
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Remnant of Christmas Eve
There’s been a hospital sheet lying on the sidewalk since the police left.
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Death and the Holidays
This morning, my husband’s mother called to say she had just discovered my husband’s father had died. He has been declining the past 7 years with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease). With the exception of several hospitalizations from illnesses caused by complications with the ALS, he remained home throughout. Hospice people began visiting during the summer.…
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If you purport to want peace, love, understanding and equality then you ought to give some effort to living your mission statement behind closed doors
Our landlord today dropped off the nicest book for H.o.p. A Christmas gift which we know is a book because tonight H.o.p., aglow with enthusiasm and curiosity, asked if he could go ahead and open it and Marty put a bow on his head to put us in a Christmasy mood and we said yes.…