Peachblossm: Swimming diaper?

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, August 25, 2009

Swimming diaper?

We went swimming with our friends the Reeders. Jaedyn is came home with a HUGE diaper (the littel swimmer's are too big and we don't have a washable swim diaper, so we put her in a diaper instead of teaching her to pee in the pool).