In the weeks leading up to my recent birthday, my life flashed before my eyes. Literally. A quick history lesson: In the late eighties, my parents built a house. On the second floor of that house, my sister & I shared many happy years in our bedrooms, & we were so busy living fulfilling lives & reveling in all the happiness that we neglected to clean out our cavernous closets. Ever.
The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Monday, October 28, 2013
The Time of Your Life
Well, your wait is over. AZeigler Dailies, Edition: Junk in my old closet, is here.
Monday, October 21, 2013
I have to interrupt today's regularly scheduled blog post. Much has happened in the last week. No, much is an understatement.
Monday, October 14, 2013
I titled this post 'Busyness.' Then I googled the word 'busyness.' One of the definitions given was "sustaining much activity." That's me, folks, that's me. There is at least one day a week that we stay home all day, perhaps never shedding our pajamas, but don't let that fool you; at home or on the road, I sustain much activity.
Monday, October 7, 2013
Yesterday Henry was four months old.
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)