Morning Personal-News Report

I forgot my boxed lunch and my wallet at home this morning. I can raid the box of Pop-tarts I keep in my desk drawer. Sometimes my tendency to hoard food can really, seriously come in quite handy.

I walked out of the house with two knee-high stockings that don’t match. If I just cross my ankles, or keep walking all day I’m sure nobody will notice.

The fire alarm went off at work this morning followed, in short order, by a puff of black smoke on the horizon. Turns out it was a training event.

I'm almost, almost done with my 2010 income taxes. I think.

I'm in no shape to run the half-marathon this year. Darn. But I am signed up to be a course monitor on my bike that morning. So I'll bike the full 26-mile course. Is it weird to say I'm excited about it?

Three weeks away from the end of my Spring Semester and I haven't cried over my tests or homework. Not once. So ~this~ is how it feels not to take Calculus. Huh.
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Naomi’s Latest Culinary Effort: Red-Pepper & Onion Stir Fry. Delicious!
BIG News: McK rolled the last coat of paint as part of our upstairs remodeling job last week. Construction and finished product pictures to follow.
Planning Stages: Starting a Roots & Shoots Club at Prescott School next year.
Anxious to Attend: Nature's Market @ The Pioneer Park Nature Center (April 16th)

Grace L.E. McPherson (1919-2011)

Grace L.E. McPherson was released, last week, from a body that could no longer carry her. If you ever met my grandmother you would remember her. Maybe it was her bold fashion sense, the rich, melodious sound of her laugh, or the way she could win any card game with delicate, manicured hands. I remember her sense of surprise, every time, at landing in the winner's circle. The expression of shock was so convincing I assume it was genuine though, if it was an act, she had years of opportunity to perfect its appearance.

As my grandmother drifted into dementia over the past decade she never allowed herself to fade into the background. She stuck in there. She wanted to know what was going on, she wanted to recognize the faces around her. Rather than resigning to the uncertainties she asked again and again.

Grace L.E. McPherson left an indelible mark on this world. If I believe in an afterlife I can only envision she entered with the same movie-star panache with which she walked among us for ninety-one years.

Spring Time

Welcome to being nine years old! The weather threw a wrench in Naomi's outdoor birthday party plans this year. Instead we staged a funky photo booth with costumes, hats, feather boas, and flashbulbs popping. We had a lovely, creative, goofy afternoon with a gaggle of Naomi's favorite people. Thank you to everyone who made the day special!