One second you’re reaching into the refrigerator for a jar of marmalade, and the next it’s shattered on the floor. A gloopy, sticky, sharp mess. But a Dust Buster sucks the mess up nicely, and a good mop takes care of the lingering residue – after, of course, you’ve stepped in the single, solitary, microscopic [...]
Tag Archive > comfort
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Greg quoted this in his Xanga tonight, and it was the total affirmation of a thought I had earlier:
“My son, my son,” said Aslan. “I know. Grief is great. Only you and I in this land know that yet. Let us be good to one another” (The Magician’s Nephew, by C.S. Lewis).
I shared the news [...]