Sweet Dreams

Last night just as I was going to bed I grabbed this deck of cards. They were a stocking stuffer from Ria a number of years ago and I'd forgotten all about them until I came across them in my desk drawer. Leafing through the deck, I followed the instructions suggesting you shuffle the pack and select a card to use as your "dream" for the night.

I closed my eyes, shuffled, and picked this card: Be patient towards all that is unsolved in your heart... Rainer Maria Rike. Just like in the post below, Making Sense. And though I've skimmed through the cards a few times, I never really noticed this quote. Until now. Pretty neat, huh?-Sabra

Connected In Stone

Mom sits in front of George Brown's grave in Wellfleet like she’s a model on The Price Is Right and its an item in the showcase. If you look close you can read the inscription, George Brown died on July 28, 1767 in ye 52 year of his age.

Perched on the top of the curved headstone is an angel face with an hourglass above his head, a few sprouts of wheat.

Mom’s face is strong and bare like a tall tree in winter. If you didn't know her, if you didn’t look close enough at the dates, you'd be sure that she and George knew one another, were family, that a piece of her heart is buried right there beneath her. And in some ways that's true. We are forever tied.

Not Ria. Ria.

Early this year, a few of our cedar trees become covered with these orange goo sea urchin creatures. Going inside I did what I do with most every question I want to know the answer to. I googled, "orange goo cedar tree". In seconds I came up with the answer: Cedar Apple Rust.

I sometimes worry there's an account with my name on it at google headquarters. In it is a record of every search query I've ever typed in: "orange goo cedar trees" "good rat diet" "cat kidney failure sudden death" "sudden death adult', "how to make a rat hammock".

It Only Lasted a Day...

The rain held off until that night...