On our way?

We are in contract to buy a house. Which means we are leaning towards a place to live...

We have had a broken washer now for...7 weeks...today I wrote a lawyer friend..."What recourse do we have?" So over this.

Miriam has turned into a little person. Seriously some part of her has turned on in the past 2 weeks. She is suddenly eager to communicate.  It's awesome.

Thank you God. Universe. Clouds. Sacred One. Holy Mother. Mother Nature for this weather.  I don't know what I did to deserve this. Thank you.

I have had a headache all day. I don't know why.

Junia has been sick all week.  She has the most horrible hacking cough and breathing problems when she gets sick.  Poor little cougher.

What do you think of this article: http://www.salon.com/2010/05/08/hate_mothers_day_anne_lamott/
I love the last two paragraphs...oh here they are:

But my main gripe about Mother’s Day is that it feels incomplete and imprecise. The main thing that ever helped mothers was other people mothering them; a chain of mothering that keeps the whole shebang afloat. I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother, and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends, and my own best friends’ mothers, and from surrogates, many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life, even after their passing.
No one is more sentimentalized in America than mothers on Mother’s Day, but no one is more often blamed for the culture’s bad people and behavior. You want to give me chocolate and flowers? That would be great. I love them both. I just don’t want them out of guilt, and I don’t want them if you’re not going to give them to all the people who helped mother our children. But if you are going to include everyone, then make mine something like M&M’s, and maybe flowers you picked yourself, even from my own garden, the cut stems wrapped in wet paper towels, then tin foil and a waxed-paper bag from my kitchen drawers. I don’t want something special. I want something beautifully plain. Like everything else, it can fill me only if it is ordinary and available to all.
-Anne Lamott
My sewing machine is on the fritz. Grrr.
I am so hungry and dizzy.  I should do something about that.


  1. I'm so, so relieved to hear you've got some traction in moving toward a better living situation. Much love, my friend.


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