Photo over the phone this morning with Little Miss Kallie wearing nothing but a diaper and her bright orange crocs--take my word for it, she's a cutie! (Bright orange crocs not pictured -- this is a picture of Kallie's fushia crocs, which she will grow into soonly, and Aunt Cat's purple crocs, which she wears around the house.)I wake up every morning to the news on NPR. This morning there was a report on a new PBS documentary series about WWII called The War. Stories of long ago, one about a mother who walked her 17 year old son to the recruiting office to give her consent for him to join the navy, meanwhile a telegram was being delivered to her home, in her absence, to inform her that her oldest son had just died in the war. I lay there listening to the radio every morning for 10 or 15 minutes before I get out of bed. Some mornings, I’m frustrated about the war (you know, the one we're in now), the economy, the administration; but today, I felt a little sadness to think what it must have been like to be that mother.
Work was bearable, and somewhat productive, maybe because it was Friday. Although it doesn't feel like Friday. Plans for the weekend include: a run, please help me God; the farmer's market; an old friend's wedding; studying; a pre-planned phone call date with a friend; and more Six Feet Under.
2 comments:
watch those crocs! apparently, there's a problem of the treads on the bottom getting stuck in the toothed edges of the steps on escalators (saw it on CNN)
eek! thank you for telling me! :) we'll have to have emergency procedures for wearing them. always better to extract your foot from the croc than to lose it to the escalator!
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