From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Tuesday, April 29, 2008

"Bad cat ... Girl" I can't remember the HTML for strikethrough...

Here are some pictures:


"Bad Cat" Drawn by my best friend Christy... don't know why but it came to mind... oh yeah, it's because I've been neglecting my blog.



This is my very so inadequate attempt to capture a precious moment during Stake Conference once. I saw this new family in front of me and thought "This is how it is supposed to be."



If YOU have ever had a pet guniea pig you will know that this is a not to bad representation of what they look like... we had two Vanilla and Hershey... good times.



This is one of my favorite pictures ... so much expression. Oh and you can kinda see the weasel one the next page...


We had a fun FHE with the Skembo's last night. I did a lesson on journals and the kids participated and smiled and said thank you and it made me feel like I was doing a good job.
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3 comments:

James Quigley said...

very cool,,,if only it was a parrot. miss ye!

April 30, 2008 at 12:53 AM
Janika said...

I'm so glad I have kids whose artwork I can post, cuz mine ain't worthy. Thanks for sharing.

April 30, 2008 at 12:53 PM
Mrs. James Quigley said...

We have the same great taste! Funny! I talked to Scott for awhile the other night, too bad you were asleep.

April 30, 2008 at 4:51 PM

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