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

Saturday, July 24, 2010

I am

I am building things.
Today Scott and Jaedyn and I went to Monroe with our friend Brian. He helped me buy wood to make this
and this
PLAN: Brady Entryway Open Locker. We took it back to his parent's place to put it together. His dad is a professional carpenter with a cabinet shop / business. They had cool things in the shop in their backyard like a big sawdust sucker-upper and big saws and tools and much lumber. We got all the plywood pieces cut before Scott got bored. It took 2 hours. Some other weekend we'll go back and cut the rest of the wood. Brian is going to ask his dad about a sprayer for paint. Cool! Then we'll put it together and paint it... rather we'll paint it and then put it together and add hardware and bring it home. I'm SO EXCITED!

Thursday, July 22, 2010

A new post

Well I really like reading everyone else's blogs... it seems that updating my own is not as important. Sorry.