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 7, 2009

Puppy Dogs


This is Scott with Ashley's dog, who has had so many names I don't even know what to call him, but he is so cute that Scott has agreed we can get a dog if it it tiny like this.
Awww.

We still have to wait to get a house because apartments around here only let you have two pets max.
We (I) want a dog but not at the price of one of our cats.
And if I have to wait until we have a house to get a dog then I'll get a real dog then I get one.
I'm thinking German Shepherd (something that will make me feel safe while I'm home alone or taking the baby on a walk).
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