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, November 18, 2008

hairy, scary

it's my eyebrows... they are a mess. I'm actually amazed that people can look at me, sitting right next to me at church or work, and not wince or laugh or make a face.

Lucky for the world I have a plan! Linda Pham is an esticician form a spa that Scott managed a few years ago. She does the BEST eyebrow waxes ever. So I've told Scott that I want to get that done, soon. I'm thinking that a manicure or pedicure would be nice... but my eyebrows would make such a difference, I mihgt opt for just them.
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2 comments:

Janika said...

I'm just raising my invisible eyebrow wondering what you are talking about. I saw you yesterday, and all I noticed was your huge belly. :) Not that I would discourage taking advantage of your connections. Do what you feel is best.

November 19, 2008 at 9:31 AM
Bertie said...

I love getting my eyebrows waxed- it gives for such a cleaner look! i TOTALLY understand where you are coming from:)

November 20, 2008 at 2:27 PM

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