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 [...]
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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 [...]
Thursday, October 27, 2005
I started an entry at about 7 this evening. It read “Thank goodness for flexible schedules.” Then Debby IMmed me and asked if I’d heard about Sarah Paul. The way she said it was one of those ways that makes it instantly clear that something isn’t right. My brain automatically thinks, “She [...]