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Nothing Mellow
A different shot of a different yellow flower outside Golden Corral … photoshopped like crazy. #madfun
Baxter
This is Baxter.
Our oldest son Ryan gave Baxter to Kevin about five years ago.
Baxter guards the TV in our bedroom and the feather from Kevin’s hat, the trilby he bought in Greenwich Village.
The end.
Shangri-La
July 2006. I was very pregnant with Atticus, who was born in September of that year.
Ryan, Lucas, and I rode down 86 into North Carolina, past Yanceyville, where Kevin was working in the prison, to Shangri-La.
Lucas was almost two years old; Ryan was 13. It was a pretty fun, but hot, afternoon, if memory serves. Lucas was so excited about the little stone buildings that it took Ryan and me both to keep him off them.
I remember going there years and years ago with my mom and dad.
The man who built it was so nice; he would come out and show off his miniature masterpiece, enjoying the company of people who stopped to admire it.
Since he died, the place changed hands, the buildings aren’t kept up like they used to be.
And the new owners didn’t seem to care much for visitors. (I guess I should be thankful they didn’t call the law on us.) They made their presence known but didn’t come out to chat.
Yellow Flower
Outside Golden Corral
A Day with Daddy
Taking Mommy to work; having Starbuck’s breakfast with Papa; getting tires checked, replaced, and repaired; taking the trash to the dumpster; singing along with Neil Young on the player…
There’s only so much Daddy Day a kid can take before a crash is imminent. ๐
My Art, Phase 1
Definitely early. Maybe 3 or 4?
She’s a looker, for sure. ๐
Lucas and His Rosary
Lucas with his rosary and Atticus' Blue Puppy ๐
Kevin picked up this rosary last year at church when it was on the give-away table.
It’s easy to see why he picked it; lavender crystals with an Our Lady of Lourdes signet, it really is stunning.
Not long afterward, he gave it to Lucas when he said he wanted it. Not long after that, though, he’d broken it, probably tugging a little too hard at its delicate links.
We put it up in my jewelry box, still broken, waiting until he was a little older and better able to take care of it.
Yesterday, Kevin decided to take it out and fix it up. Lucas was ecstatic!
Although he’s not ready to take it wherever he goes, Lucas wanted to wear it around his neck like Kevin does with his sometimes and sleep with it under his pillow like Kevin does with his every night.
This morning, as soon as I went in to wake him up, Lucas shot up in bed: “MY ROSARY!” He reached under his pillow and scooped it up, hugging it to him like a long-lost friend.
Shadow Symbols
That certain slant of afternoon light was projecting this just right to catch my attention at the gas station.
I don’t have any idea what kind of symbols they are or what they could mean given a strong dose of imagination. I really haven’t thought that much about it and won’t now. I just liked it; that’s all.
It was definitely better than sitting there at Lawrence’s wondering why Kevin is having to refill both of the driver’s side tires on my van with air pretty regularly.
That doesn’t seem like fun at all!
Kinda scary…
…but, hey, it could be worse…
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