making choices because we can

pensive, on a juice cleanseIt's another day in our long, long death-watch.

The news this morning was the same as yesterday, that we're counting in hours now. My baby sister has hours left, at most a day.

But since Carla has defied all of the medical wisdom to date, has stubbornly and repeatedly illuminated at every turn the limits of our understanding of the miracle and mystery of the human body, who knows? We could be at this a long, long time.

But really, I doubt it. 

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system reboot

Man oh man, the last few months have just been such a bitch.  I know I'm not alone in this.  I was just talking to a friend last night, stumbling into tap class on a Thursday night; she was totally psyched to be there, naturally, but had just been trying to read in her car beforehand and repeatedly falling asleep. 

Sure, we're old, but not THAT old.

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slow math: 3 minus 1

Last week was Sibling Day or something, prompting the excavation and sharing of the gem at left -- a photo of Martine, my father Jean-Paul and me. I'm the one with the cascade of blonde curls. My father is the dazzling one.

And while it made me enormously happy to see this photo and remember this time, also I was sad.  This is a photo of me with only one sister, the first one, my favorite one.  

Very soon now I will only have that one sister.  We'll go back in time, 44 years plus, to when we were only two.

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bleak house -- i mean me

This will be a post without a photo because I can't think of how possibly to ornament the words I'm about to say.  All of the pictures I take are sparkly, beautiful shots of what's happening in the dazzling world around me. Right now I'm not feeling so dazzling. I just feel bleak. I just feel tired.

It's a super-big pain in the ass to feel this hopeless.

But it's the truth.

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Country Mouse Monday: good eatin', no effort

asparagus now, apricots laterAs much as this Country Mouse loves to work (and boy, do I), there is also something so wonderful about the food that just re-appears, year after year, without us doing a thing.

Just walk out, take a bite.

So it goes with the asparagus, generally the first tasty morsels of the spring, and so it will be again this summer with what looks to be another bumper crop of apricots.

And while we're in the As, the artichokes aren't far behind, either!

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