Writing

I've vowed to write something every day. Perhaps a post or an e-mail to someone I haven't talked to in a while or a few paragraphs on a story somewhere. Something.

Richard's things arrived on Monday. They are sitting the garage, smelling bad, and staring at me. Jase isn't ready to go near them yet, but I would like to get them out of the way a bit. Over with so to speak. The new cabinet/hutch that was J's grandmother's goes nicely in our middle room. He's working on how to clean up the finish a bit. Sooner rather than later I hope, since I'd like to put (some) of the contents of those boxes in it.

I finished up on

e of the brown basic socks for my father for Christmas. There is something really amazing about working on, and completing, something for Christmas already. When this is all over and we've finally paid off everything related to Richard's death, I'm going on a stash building hunt. Nothing fancy, but something to replace what I'm using up in presents.

I had a wonderful idea of what to get Emma, by the way. She's a hard one, because just about everything an 18 month old girl would want we've already got. But she's showing a real aptitude for, and interest in, tools and building things. So we're going to get her a play tool bench! I'm feeling very brilliant now.

I'll end with a little picture.

Isn't that amazing? I don't believe I've ever held a bird, at least until this day. We were at Gilroy Gardens. One of Ari's favorite places. I got a to hold a bird too. I participated in a dove release. It was really cool. The dove held still in my hands, just waiting it's chance. It was humming in anticipation. It was so light (and bony). And it flew beautiful when released. A very magical thing.