Friday, April 19, 2013 at 10:53AM 
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.
grief, urban remedy Monday, April 15, 2013 at 09:55AM 
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.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013 at 09:14AM 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.
Monday, April 1, 2013 at 10:14AM 
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!
apricots, artichokes, asparagus, garden in Country Mouse Monday Saturday, March 30, 2013 at 12:01PM 
As you might imagine, I've been keeping company with Death quite a bit lately.
What's funny is that this period of time -- the last month really, overlapping perfectly this rapprochement with Carla, at the very end of her journey -- has been one of such intense work, for both The Husband and me.
We're both doing exactly what we should be doing -- working our asses off at what we love, what we do.
