March 28, 2007
I unloaded my rocks from the trunk last night while Zozo “helped.” First she decided to take a walk in the general direction headed away from me (of course). I let her get to the end of the sidewalk where she was turning to head down the driveway before calling her back. She turned and gave me a look that said, “You’re going to have to entice me to return.” I picked up a stick off the ground and held it out. Turns out, that wasn’t the brightest idea.
March 27, 2007
“Everyone is kneaded out of the same dough but not baked in the same oven.”
March 26, 2007
Ahhhh, what a lovely weekend!
March 23, 2007
Got a call from Grandma this morning…Zozo went on the potty again today!
March 23, 2007
Tonight we had a lovely evening of Mustgos for dinner, and then a walk around the neighborhood, and then a bath.
March 22, 2007
Spectacularly creepy skies this morning…I love storms. Although now the thrill of a good storm is tinged with the dread of losing power, since it happens so often…
March 21, 2007
Oops.
March 21, 2007
I’m reading the autobiography of Diane (pronounced Dee-yan) Arbus right now. She’s a very famous photographer who did most of her work in the 60s. She started out shooting fashion with her husband, Allan, but then branched out on her own. Her speciality was shooting “freaks.” Transvestites, nudists, circus freaks like the guy whose hands grew out of his shoulders (he was called Seal Boy) and the hairy woman and the man that was over seven feet tall. That sort of thing. Ol’ Diane was pretty messed up.
March 21, 2007
I had an entire rant written here this morning that I (wisely) thought better of and decided not to post.
March 20, 2007
has become a non-entity. A non-issue.