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Saturday, September 08, 2007
We adopted a kitten today. Her name will be Drusilla. She's about ten months old, still small but not baby-tiny. She's a pretty little girl with bright gold eyes and a short, tortoiseshell coat. We met her at the animal shelter last Saturday and fell instantly in love, but had to wait a week to see if she would be claimed.
She comes home on Tuesday, and I sure hope Spike likes her, and she him. We'll see. She'll bunk with me for awhile until they get used to each other. (Which, if the little mister will recall, is exactly how it worked when he came home to meet Riley those years ago.)
Today was also a serendipitous trip to Sandy Hook and the beach. It was too cool and breezy to swim, but warm enough to dip our feet and dodge the waves and read on a blanket. So I finally made it to the beach after all.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:53 PM | shower me with attention
She comes home on Tuesday, and I sure hope Spike likes her, and she him. We'll see. She'll bunk with me for awhile until they get used to each other. (Which, if the little mister will recall, is exactly how it worked when he came home to meet Riley those years ago.)
Today was also a serendipitous trip to Sandy Hook and the beach. It was too cool and breezy to swim, but warm enough to dip our feet and dodge the waves and read on a blanket. So I finally made it to the beach after all.
Labels: gina cheryl drusilla kitten beach
Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:53 PM | shower me with attention
One last post about Madeleine: my friend Bill sent a link to this article, a personal reminiscence by a former neighbor of hers that's just lovely.
And that is the first, and probably last time, I'll link an article from The National Review here.
I must break the sad news to Progo, who is, of course, named after a character in A Wind in the Door. If I know the little dinosaur, he'll take the news stoically, and drown his sorrows in raw hamburger meat and bananas.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:27 AM | shower me with attention
And that is the first, and probably last time, I'll link an article from The National Review here.
I must break the sad news to Progo, who is, of course, named after a character in A Wind in the Door. If I know the little dinosaur, he'll take the news stoically, and drown his sorrows in raw hamburger meat and bananas.
Labels: turtles bananas and conservative rags
Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:27 AM | shower me with attention
Friday, September 07, 2007
She meant so much to me. A Wrinkle in Time was the first book of hers I read, of course, but then I gobbled just everything I could get my hands on (except for a few of her theological nonfiction works.) And her faith, while apparent in her work, never clobbered you over the head; it just lent texture to it, richness. She had a beautiful soul, that's all. It shone through everything she wrote. She inspired me. Her writing style influenced the way I think and speak and write, I know it did. I read and reread her books so many times that my copies are all tattered, underlined rags held together by tape (except for the few precious signed hardcover copies.)
I wrote her a letter when I was about 13, and enclosed a portrait of her I'd drawn, and received a long, detailed response. I met her at a couple of book signings (and I'm not a "book signings" person at all) and the meetings thrilled me, just the fact of standing next to her delicate presence and looking into her warm eyes made me feel good. I remember especially when she got my book and read the sticky aloud, "Tavie", and my mom, standing next to me said, "I named her Octavia but she calls herself Tavie" and Madeleine looked up and smiled a gentle smile and said, "Well, that's all right too!" It was a simple exchange but it meant everything to me, you know?
I want to just go reread everything of hers I can find. I think A Ring of Endless Light may help. Here's a poem from it, written by the 15-year-old heroine of that novel:
The earth will never be the same again.
Rock, water, tree, iron share this grief
As distant stars participate in pain.
A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf,
A dolphin death, O this particular loss
Is Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried,
If this small one was tossed away as dross,
The very galaxies then would have lied.
How shall we sing our love's song now
In this strange land where all are born to die?
Each tree and leaf and star show how
The universe is part of this one cry,
That every life is noted and cherished,
And nothing loved is ever lost or perished.
-Madeleine L'Engle
Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:24 PM | shower me with attention
I wrote her a letter when I was about 13, and enclosed a portrait of her I'd drawn, and received a long, detailed response. I met her at a couple of book signings (and I'm not a "book signings" person at all) and the meetings thrilled me, just the fact of standing next to her delicate presence and looking into her warm eyes made me feel good. I remember especially when she got my book and read the sticky aloud, "Tavie", and my mom, standing next to me said, "I named her Octavia but she calls herself Tavie" and Madeleine looked up and smiled a gentle smile and said, "Well, that's all right too!" It was a simple exchange but it meant everything to me, you know?
I want to just go reread everything of hers I can find. I think A Ring of Endless Light may help. Here's a poem from it, written by the 15-year-old heroine of that novel:
The earth will never be the same again.
Rock, water, tree, iron share this grief
As distant stars participate in pain.
A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf,
A dolphin death, O this particular loss
Is Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried,
If this small one was tossed away as dross,
The very galaxies then would have lied.
How shall we sing our love's song now
In this strange land where all are born to die?
Each tree and leaf and star show how
The universe is part of this one cry,
That every life is noted and cherished,
And nothing loved is ever lost or perished.
-Madeleine L'Engle
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:24 PM | shower me with attention
Madeleine L'Engle has passed away.
I'll have more to say about this later. Gotta get back to work.
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:26 PM | shower me with attention
I'll have more to say about this later. Gotta get back to work.
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Thursday, September 06, 2007
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Wednesday, September 05, 2007
POWER IS RESTORED!
Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:44 PM | shower me with attention
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:44 PM | shower me with attention
Happy Rynn Day, one and all! My dear one celebrates another year on the planet today. I wish I could get her into my kitchen for a good snuggle. (We traditionally hug in kitchens. It's our thing. And she's a marvelous, world-class, gourmet hugger.)
Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:12 AM | shower me with attention
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:12 AM | shower me with attention
Monday, September 03, 2007
We finally made it down to the pool today, for the second time this summer. (The pools is only open between Memorial and Labor Day.) It was very refreshing. My heterosexual life partner is downstairs now cooking burgers.
On the technology front, I noticed in the past week or so that the magsafe power cord on my Macbook - you know, the Macbook that's less than a year old, that crashed inexplicably 6 months ago and lost all my data, the power cord is now melting and fraying up near the top. It got so it would only charge if I could find the right angle, and now, not at all. Since it's less than a year old, I called Apple to see if it was still under warranty. (I went through five power cords for my old iBook, and at $80 a pop, it's really just not worth it. And I am not mistreating these things.)
The Genius on the phone tried to tell me that the phone call alone would cost $50. My first instinct was to assume that was that and hang up, but I pressed on anyway, and, long story short, the call was free and they're sending me a new power cord in the mail. (They took my credit card info, though, because if I don't return the broken one within 10 biz days, they charge me the 80 smackers.)
I'm a fool, I know. But this is what I grew up with, this is what I'm used to, and I just can't stand PCs. I have to use them at work and they just baffle and irritate me, for the most part.
Anyhow, I have 98% power right now (I just pulled it away from a miraculous angle that was allowing a charge) and we'll see how much life I get out of it before it runs out. I have to conserve energy, and hopefully the power cord will arrive quickly. (This week? Please?)
Until then, I pray, and live an ascetic, joyless, low-fat, low-Mac existence.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:33 PM | shower me with attention
On the technology front, I noticed in the past week or so that the magsafe power cord on my Macbook - you know, the Macbook that's less than a year old, that crashed inexplicably 6 months ago and lost all my data, the power cord is now melting and fraying up near the top. It got so it would only charge if I could find the right angle, and now, not at all. Since it's less than a year old, I called Apple to see if it was still under warranty. (I went through five power cords for my old iBook, and at $80 a pop, it's really just not worth it. And I am not mistreating these things.)
The Genius on the phone tried to tell me that the phone call alone would cost $50. My first instinct was to assume that was that and hang up, but I pressed on anyway, and, long story short, the call was free and they're sending me a new power cord in the mail. (They took my credit card info, though, because if I don't return the broken one within 10 biz days, they charge me the 80 smackers.)
I'm a fool, I know. But this is what I grew up with, this is what I'm used to, and I just can't stand PCs. I have to use them at work and they just baffle and irritate me, for the most part.
Anyhow, I have 98% power right now (I just pulled it away from a miraculous angle that was allowing a charge) and we'll see how much life I get out of it before it runs out. I have to conserve energy, and hopefully the power cord will arrive quickly. (This week? Please?)
Until then, I pray, and live an ascetic, joyless, low-fat, low-Mac existence.
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Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:33 PM | shower me with attention
Sunday, September 02, 2007
