My heart's language

The City dragged a local beach of its obstructing driftwood the other day, heaping it next to a parking lot for the taking.  Rob's been collecting firewood for Fridays and I've been dreaming of a backyard table.  It turns out that driftwood, just like that greener-than-green, west-of-Portland temperate rainforest, speaks to my soul.  Wow.  -a lovely sigh-

Family meeting

We had our first official Family Festivus the other day.  And it was a success.  It turns out that I deserved that Jerstead-Agerholm gold and black Mediator t-shirt of the '80s, even though I was useless to Kevin and Quentin at the time.  Ha!  Girumy is a master of recapitulation and Ty is as sincere as they come.  The children would like to celebrate monthly, although I don't think that I have the mental capacity for that.  We'll see.

Around here

Sophie takes the comics, G the front page and Ty goes for Sports.

Ty bought me flowers!  He knows that Mondays are difficult and he wanted to try to make it better.  My baby!

Out of the mouths of my babes

I needed soul food yesterday, so we had Indian.  As I was unpacking it and opening all of the containers, Girumy said, "What a sumptuous feast!"

And then today, after leaving the office of our dietician, G said, "That was efficient.  Are you satisfied with the information she gave us?"  "Yes, baby, yes."

Well... Happy birthday, my son!

 I don't know what happened, but here we go, delirium and all:

Where, o where?

Where have I been?  Well, it's like this: I can't get any more photos on to this here doo-hicky, because it says that there is no room, even though I hardly have anything on here.  And, yes, I know that I don't need photos, but they're nice.

Whatever.

I made it through birthday season.  Shoo!  I believe that everyone felt loved, which is the goal; even though Rob's lava cakes... well, they were lava-like.  And G is already looking ahead to 13.  Ah!

I have been making homemade pasta again, with Ty as sous-chef, which feels and tastes oh-so-good.  Ty is the omelette master, G is Mr. Coffee and scones and Sophie... well, she makes a mad sugar free lemonade.  Puckeringly good!

Alright.  Delirium is returning.  Outtie.