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I’m tired and need some rest so naturally, it’s time to start a movie. These things don’t watch themselves, you know. Undead children in foreign lands. Wahoo.

Nearly time for fatherly festivities too- much still to do, but I’m reeling it in, bringing it home, wrapping it up, and moving it along. In mere hours my aunt will be down from Alaska where she relocated last year to be close to her daughter and grandchildren. She now has a moose that resides in her backyard. I’m stowing her away as a surprise guest for my dad’s party. Air bed’s been set up at the flip of a switch. Too bad I couldn’t flip-switch those sheets as well. Ugaroo.


Lunch today, this thing of green was total yum. As were a hoard of daisies in bloom along the greenbelt thick with wildlife mere feet from the toy company’s front doors. Classic flowers had me thinking classic thoughts: the power some can hold over the heart, one little thing and it soars, another, it utterly deflates. ‘Tis good to feel so deeply. ♦



Save the Neck For Me


House on fire? Nope, those are the Christmas lights!

T’was that time once again, family movie night, and the Griswolds were thrilled to join us in burnin’ dust and eatin’ rubber, or whatever, all from the comfort of the comfy couch.


Oh, look, I built a snowman.


Then we promptly ate him. The crust- Cornmeal. Must. Happen! And it did.



Made a little dessert, too- red velvet chocolate chip cookie bars. It’s turning out to be a fine season, a lotta sap, lotta sap. Love my family. ♦

Oh, Dear.


So there’s this part at the beginning of the movie Tammy. Tammy, played by Melissa McCarthy, accidentally hits a deer with her car. She immediately gets out to tend to the creature, getting down on the ground face to face with it even, armed with a pep talk and a readiness to go the extra mile. “That’s you, that’s so you,” my sister whispers at me. I smile and nod sheepishly, knowing it’s true. ♦

The Sun


This version of Anna Karenina looked so remarkably beautiful in the trailer. Shots composed as if moving paintings. I’ve never desired to read the story itself despite its masterpiece status. Came across this quote though, and know of the very thing. Aware of one’s presence, but not daring to look.

“He walked down, for a long while avoiding looking at her as at the sun, but seeing her, as one does the sun, without looking.” ♦