a lot is going on. bad things, tragic things, wonderful things, sexy things, not-so-sexy things. lots of equilibrium and disequilibrium and WHAT IS THE POINT OF BLOGGING if i can’t GIVE IT MY ALL?

i am giving it my all, believe me, just can’t write about it.

everything is fine with Wacky Family, the three funny, furry cats, the fish, frogs and snails, we’re fine. but in the bigger picture? for some of us things are not so fine. I worry. but at the same time, there is happiness. Peace might happen someday (“there’s a chance/peace will come/in your life/please buy one” — Melanie, “Peace Will Come/According to Plan”) (my favorite song when i was 7, which is the exact age my boy is right now.) Here she is with those little peaceniks, June and Johnny. And here she is, live.

I would like to request that all the long-haired hippie girls with their guitars come back and help us work on peace some more.

Peace is not trite. I want peace.

this song is so pretty, i have to give you all the lyrics:

“There’s a chance peace will come in your life please buy one

There’s a chance peace will come
In your life please buy one”

Reading this week:

it’s over at PPS Equity.

— wm

1) Why doesn’t my husband love basketball more and hockey less? “More basketball, less hockey,” says L. Hell yes to that.

2) Coffee?

3) When will I learn that the house won’t pack itself?

4) Coffee?

5) Are those finches or bushtits? Bushtits.

6) Coffee?

7) That’s all.

“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” –Helen Keller

love is a place

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

E.E. Cummings (1894-1962)

Goodbye to Molly in Haiti. Rest in peace, sweetie. Her blog is really touching — I started reading through her archives. University of Portland grad who arrived in Haiti last June. (Thanks, C, for the link.) Then i realized that all of the sweet kids in those photos are most likely gone, too, and that did me in.

peace, Haiti. so sorry about… everything.

— wm

Little hockey player to Hockey God at the rink, checking out his new skates:

“Did you get those for Christmas?”

“Yes! My wife bought them for me!”

My husband is pretty easy to keep happy.

listen up. i’m alive, leaving for work soon. took a couple days off to rest. my sweet mother-in-law (one of two, both sweet, yes, i’m lucky, lucky girl) is here for long weekend. when did i realize it was a 3-day weekend? last night at 4:30. no kidding. hahahahaHA! what a dope.

i am still sore, moving around a little slower than my usual ZIP-ZIP GOTTA GO SPOCKY! self. You know. Life. It comes at you fast, just like the commercial says.

do you read So the Fish Said? here is her list of books for 2009. this week i’m reading “Literacy with Attitude,” the Michael Pollan book about plant sex, more stuff by the “Wicked” author and… a bunch of kid books, per usual.

miss you, miss you, more later. hope life is good in eastern Canada, Texas, England, Morocco, Happy Rock, the South Side, or wherever you happen to be.

peace & love to Haiti, i’m lighting my candles. it’s not much but it’s all i’ve got. that and this little blog. (private note to U.S. government, Stop Katrina’ing things, how about? Just sayin’.)

— wm