Anyone have a garage I can borrow and a truck I can use for transport?
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.
Friday, March 26, 2010
I want to make this headboard for our bed. Ana from Knock Off Wood has the plans and supplies list and everything! It looks so easy. I can do it. I just don't have the space. It was different when there was no baby who might get crushed or poisoned or something, but now I don't feel comfortable doing building in the living room.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
My desktop broke... I wonder if that's why my pictures won't show up.
I am helping a gal at church organize her home... and I want to help her get her kids artwork displayed and showcased... in a different way than it is now showcased.
I'm wondering which way would be better...
Alison has this amazing showcase wall that would work down the hall at Loralee's. Her's are the framed ones...
Ana has this cool clothespin display thing...
Maybe one could be used in the hall and another in the basement or the kids bedroom....
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
I forgot what I was going to post about. Man, I hate that.
Probably was going to vent about not being able to make goals and resolutions with Scott. We just don't work the same. But my favorite aunt and uncle are the same.. they don't 'work' well together either. So I don't feel totally depressed about it. Just annoyed.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
since the pictures don't seem to work anyways.
I have made a bag.
It is big and I did a drun good job.
Thanks to Christy who made a bear for Jaedyn and got me started thinking about making something... sewing something.
I had no idea that the people I associated with in elementary school up through high school would be such an infulence in my life. I still can't spell very well, but when I think about it I remember doing spelling words with Amanda's mom (and cheating terribly). And random friends have been visiting my dreams lately. Chase, wherever you are, I dreamed about you the other night. It stinks that I've fallen out of touch with so many of the really super and highly infulencial people. I guess it's my own fault. I also wonder if I would have more ammo in my friends to think about arsenol if I had more collage or something. I think maybe... So many things I could have done differently. I live in so many regrets that I can't enjoy the moment and spiral into regretting the moment that I'm not enjoying. Help! (but that's a rant for another day)
Thanks to my friends. I think about you all the time, even if I don't call or write or text or e-mail or skype or whatever.