Sunday, February 15, 2009
(VDay) The meaning of "Be mine!"
I never quite got it until G. wrote "M I N E !" across my bum with a magic marker...
Delia
P.S. he got away with it because I was happily napping... D.
Delia
P.S. he got away with it because I was happily napping... D.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
he's going to give me a heart attack one day!
at least a couple of times a month I let out a blood-curdling-scream because he's sneaked-up on me when (and where...) I least expect it...
Delia
P.S. I'm going to have to remember to check the bath tub when I step out of the walk-in shower (fool me once etc.) D.
Delia
P.S. I'm going to have to remember to check the bath tub when I step out of the walk-in shower (fool me once etc.) D.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
what will I remember from blogging?
Seth & Jon (fellow "contrarians") may well be the only ones I'll remember (11th comment)
Delia
P.S. and the felling of talking to myself in the future... (I think that's what really got me about blogging, the idea that I will be reading this 10, 20, 30...? who knows how many years down the road and hearing myself talk... well, more like think... D.
Delia
P.S. and the felling of talking to myself in the future... (I think that's what really got me about blogging, the idea that I will be reading this 10, 20, 30...? who knows how many years down the road and hearing myself talk... well, more like think... D.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Huge Shaggy Dog: Black Russian terrier
something like this (never seen a dog like this before), leaning up against me all smiles...
Delia
P.S. I don't quite know how to react to dogs (didn't grow up with them as pets -- they were outside, to keep the bad people away); it was particularly hard to figure out what to do at one point in the past when a professor's dog -- a mature golden retriever -- was treating *me* as the owner... would always come to loudly great me at the office door, wrap himself around my feet when I would seat in the chair and was very difficult to dissuade from leaving with me when I would leave... D.
Delia
P.S. I don't quite know how to react to dogs (didn't grow up with them as pets -- they were outside, to keep the bad people away); it was particularly hard to figure out what to do at one point in the past when a professor's dog -- a mature golden retriever -- was treating *me* as the owner... would always come to loudly great me at the office door, wrap himself around my feet when I would seat in the chair and was very difficult to dissuade from leaving with me when I would leave... D.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
G.'s New Year resolution: round-up all my underware...
yes -- *mine*! and throw it away... ("it just gets in the way...") D.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
the few minutes outside of time
every so often G. comes down the hallway between our dens, hugs me around the back of my "office chair" and waits until I finish the sentence I was reading. Then I get up, switch off the light and we drop to the floor -- nothing naughty usually happens (just laying down there together and feeling as if outside of time...) D.
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