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Monthly Archives: January 2009
My Worst Job, or, Grace in Big Things
I meant to mention yesterday that I will not be posting a daily list of grace in small things here, at this weblog. Occasionally I might cross-post but if you want to know what little things I am grateful for … Continue reading
Grace in Small Things – 1st of 365
I heard about Grace in Small Things through Schmutzie and I decided to participate. Lately I feel an irrepressible urge to find, grasp in my hot fists and examine closely anything resembling a bright side. If you do too, check … Continue reading
I Knew I Forgot Something
After yesterday’s post, I knew I had one more bit of random stuff but I couldn’t remember it. Luckily I have a lot of time in the dark to think these days so it came back to me tonight. The … Continue reading
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Tagged before I had children I had sleep, television, thoughts while nursing, trombone
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Scattered is an Understatement
Potato News Last week I saw a bag of pre-peeled, chopped-into-cubes potatoes, for sale at Safeway. They were called “Today’s Potatoes.” (discarded marketing slogan: Because Potatoes are HARD WORK) When I got home I went to the Today’s Potatoes website … Continue reading
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Tagged before I had children I had sleep, Fresco, photos, potatoes, stephen joseph harper, trombone
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What Else Can I Say?
Dear Fresco, You are nine months old today. Thank you for choosing to celebrate by finally napping for longer than 30 minutes. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. love, yr. mother (sound of weeping) ps: that thing where you shout … Continue reading