Saturday, December 12, 2009
In this chapter
under the tree...smiling with GG Bette's ornament...hanging with Sophie...a sleeping boo...a ring of fairies.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Friday, December 04, 2009
RIP Bailey Coy Books
Memory
A little bookstore used to call to me.
Eagerly I would go to it
hungry for the news
and the sure friendship.
It never failed to provide me
with whatever I needed.
Bookstore with a donkey in its heart,
bookstore full of clouds and
sometimes lightning, showers.
Books just in from Australia,
books by madmen and giants.
Toucans would alight on my stovepipe hat
and solve mysteries with a few chosen words.
Picasso would appear in a kimono
requesting a discount, and then
laugh at his own joke.
Little bookstore with its belly
full of wisdom and confetti,
with eyebrows of wildflowers-
and customers from Denmark and Japan,
New York and California, psychics
and lawyers, clergymen and hitchhikers,
the wan, the strong, the crazy,
all needing books, needing directions,
needing a friend, or a place to sit down.
But then one day the shelves began to empty
and a hush fell over the store.
No new books arrived.
When the dying was done,
only a fragile, tattered thing remained,
and I haven't the heart to name it.
James Tate
A little bookstore used to call to me.
Eagerly I would go to it
hungry for the news
and the sure friendship.
It never failed to provide me
with whatever I needed.
Bookstore with a donkey in its heart,
bookstore full of clouds and
sometimes lightning, showers.
Books just in from Australia,
books by madmen and giants.
Toucans would alight on my stovepipe hat
and solve mysteries with a few chosen words.
Picasso would appear in a kimono
requesting a discount, and then
laugh at his own joke.
Little bookstore with its belly
full of wisdom and confetti,
with eyebrows of wildflowers-
and customers from Denmark and Japan,
New York and California, psychics
and lawyers, clergymen and hitchhikers,
the wan, the strong, the crazy,
all needing books, needing directions,
needing a friend, or a place to sit down.
But then one day the shelves began to empty
and a hush fell over the store.
No new books arrived.
When the dying was done,
only a fragile, tattered thing remained,
and I haven't the heart to name it.
James Tate
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thanksgiving
We celebrated thanksgiving with our friends Dan, Hillary and Felix and some of their family. It was very charming. The next day we set up the tree which Unity was quite excited about.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Unity -isms
The scene: all four of us are lounging around. Chris, Polly and Unity are each looking at their own book.
Unity: Brixton doesn't have a book. His hands are too small.
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In the car.
Unity: Everyone makes mistakes.
Chris: That's right.
Unity: Brixton makes mistakes.
Polly: Well honey, he's a baby. He doesn't make mistakes yet.
Unity: I will teach him to make mistakes.
I'm sure you will buddy. Just don't tell us about all of them.
Unity: Brixton doesn't have a book. His hands are too small.
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In the car.
Unity: Everyone makes mistakes.
Chris: That's right.
Unity: Brixton makes mistakes.
Polly: Well honey, he's a baby. He doesn't make mistakes yet.
Unity: I will teach him to make mistakes.
I'm sure you will buddy. Just don't tell us about all of them.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
arts and crafts
In which we see what Chris does with his paternity leave...Unity paints at the kids museum...and we make a thankful tree.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Gracie and Claire
Our friends from church, Gracie and Claire and their moms came over to bring us some food and hang out with the kids. We had a great visit!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Grandma Ann's visit
Grandma Ann came out last week to visit and keep us company. We didn't take as many photos as we would have liked, but here are a few. We miss you grandma Ann & grandma Cindy!!
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