Sunday, August 31


after deliberating all morning, with more pressing things to do, we found ourselves driving to the lake. it began to rain. the cd player stopped working. I unloaded the canoe. we began to slide across the water and after we got a little wet through our ponchos, things felt better. we ate a late dinner tonight, and had an even later bedtime, but I think overall it was a decent payoff.

Saturday, August 30


Being a mother is so hard. Some days are just straight uphill, and I drop into bed, and then do it all over again the next day.

Tuesday, August 26


every day i await the evening. when it comes, instead of the plans i made, i drift. i guess that's what i need. not to reach my ideal, that is.

Friday, August 22

Monday, August 18


Sunday, August 17

Saturday, August 16