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

Sunday, November 29, 2009


We had a fun Thanksgiving this year. It was very different. No Football. No Turkey Bowl. No parades. It was surreal and weird.
We did sleep in. Even Jaedyn slept in. It was beautiful!
We did put up with nasty wet weather.
We did go to my cousin's house for dinner. Derek cooked up a delicious meal and Lori made some very yummy pie.
I think I'd rather go somewhere normal for Thanksgiving next year. Somewhere with a Turkey Bowl. I never thought I'd miss that. Hmm.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Jaedyn's Updates

She has her third tooth* the top, front left one. The fourth is coming in to the left of her third tooth and she can drink from a straw. Cool. She is getting better and better at crawling. Currently her Jumper is inaccessible** but she has come to love it***.

I'm kinda a basket case lately. I just don't know how to deal.


* it's crooked.

** A big pile of crap in sitting in our living room waiting to be moved to storage^.
^ I finally got us a storage shed for all our extra stuff. We've needed it for SO long!

*** She hated it when it was hung in the hallway across from the washer and dryer. Now that it is in the living room and she can SEE us she is happy.