Friday, August 20, 2010

Departing Friends

I'm feeling melancholy this evening, as I contemplate the upcoming move of a very good friend. Mama Milton is leaving our town, headed to a place a few hours away. I know that I will miss her very much, and Daring Daughter will miss her wonderful girl. But I've tried hard not to think about it since she broke the news. Like Scarlett O'Hara, I told myself I'd think about it tomorrow.

Very soon, there won't be any more tomorrows. She will be down the road, and I'll no longer be able to just call her up on the spur of the moment to get together.

This sucks.

But she will still be close enough that we can, with a bit of planning, rendezvous someplace between our homes. Or we can travel down a few hours to see her. Still, it is a loss, and I'm mourning.

There's another friend I met through blogging that I won't be able to visit. His name was Barry Fraser. He lived in Canada with his wife, and they had many adventures together. I discovered his wonderful storytelling and commented at his blog, An Explorer's View of Life. Soon, he was reciprocating. I always looked forward to his observations on my posts. We shared a love of nature, a willingness to protect it through environmental activism, and a progressive view of politics. Then he discovered he had cancer. And though he battled it with determination and grace, he passed away on July 20th.

His blog has a wonderful quote that gives me comfort. But I still miss him very much.

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”

- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


Slightly pensive but still scrumptious

My heart goes pitty pat. He really is not that much younger than me.

When I was in college, I was quite disapproving of the behavior of my various roommates who played the same song over and over incessantly.

When I became a parent, I quickly grew resigned to the fact that my spawn would play the same video again and again nonstop.

But now that I am a (mostly) mature, well-rounded woman, I recognize there is nothing strange about watching a DVD eleven times in a three day period.

Not when it features Jason Bourne.

What took me so long to discover these films?!

Put that paper down and come to bed, honey.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

One Fine Day aka Magic Bus

Because I am feeling slightly pooped très fatigué this evening - whoops, this morning (it is now 12:05 am) - I am going to rely on my exceptionally talented writer friend Bad Mom to share the deets of the early part of our day together.

Please go over here to enjoy her wonderful text and photos.

More later. Because she left out a ton of good stuff. She must be très fatigué aussi.