Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Friday, October 1, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Where I'm From
This exercise was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. As predicted by previous authors, it left me feeling like I could easily write several more. I hope you'll all eventually participate and share.
Here's the template and its history.
Where I’m From
I am from oranges, from Kool-Aid pops and abalone shells.
I am from whirling sprinklers, fireworks at 9, hot Santa Ana winds, and bare feet on parquet floors.
I am from seed-spitting flowers that bloom at dusk, the full moon, and the dangers of goathead stickers.
I am from silver-dollar pancakes after church and freckled faces, from Ragnvald and Haldis, Juanita and Norman, from the sons of Rasmus and les Desclaux-Mesplès d’Aquitaine.
I am from silence and the glance with sharp edges.
From selfishness, pigeon toes, good grades, and then grace.
I am from the Presbyterians and Lutherans and religions that fail in the end.
I'm from wet Pacific sand and Disneyland. From Swedish meatballs, grilled hot dogs, popcorn, and boysenberries.
From hidden Alaskan ancestors and an Ellis Island journey, From midwest miners, far-north lumberjacks, and a soldier of the Confederacy.
I am from stolen childhood treasures and memories in ashes. From mementos generously shared or secretly salvaged, and a cedar-scented cache left behind.
Here's the template and its history.
Where I’m From
I am from oranges, from Kool-Aid pops and abalone shells.
I am from whirling sprinklers, fireworks at 9, hot Santa Ana winds, and bare feet on parquet floors.
I am from seed-spitting flowers that bloom at dusk, the full moon, and the dangers of goathead stickers.
I am from silver-dollar pancakes after church and freckled faces, from Ragnvald and Haldis, Juanita and Norman, from the sons of Rasmus and les Desclaux-Mesplès d’Aquitaine.
I am from silence and the glance with sharp edges.
From selfishness, pigeon toes, good grades, and then grace.
I am from the Presbyterians and Lutherans and religions that fail in the end.
I'm from wet Pacific sand and Disneyland. From Swedish meatballs, grilled hot dogs, popcorn, and boysenberries.
From hidden Alaskan ancestors and an Ellis Island journey, From midwest miners, far-north lumberjacks, and a soldier of the Confederacy.
I am from stolen childhood treasures and memories in ashes. From mementos generously shared or secretly salvaged, and a cedar-scented cache left behind.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Cat birthdays!
Up until their (very pungent) gourmet birthday dinners, Guido and Bijou had a harrowing day full of chainsaw noise and falling trees. They're all settled in now.
Here they are on their way to being grown up.
Bijou investigating snow.
Guido doing the same.
Bijou the crazed mole killer.
Guido napping in his fave spot.
Bijou..thrilled about Christmas.
Family happiness.
Guido stalking Bijou across the pool cover. See how cleverly hidden he is in the puddle? Both of them play in the water. What's up with that?!
Here they are on their way to being grown up.
Bijou investigating snow.
Guido doing the same.
Bijou the crazed mole killer.
Guido napping in his fave spot.
Bijou..thrilled about Christmas.
Family happiness.
Guido stalking Bijou across the pool cover. See how cleverly hidden he is in the puddle? Both of them play in the water. What's up with that?!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Cats Rule
Guido and Bijou are brother and sister. Except when hunting and exploring they are inseparable. If the other can't be found, the nearest human is vigorously recruited to find the missing sibling.
When learning to be part-time outdoor cats, Guido would bring us proof of his new hunting prowess. A new stick every day! Now journey-level hunters, they bring more "interesting" prey: a walking stick, a praying mantis, a skink, an anole. All were still alive and returned to the wilds of the backyard. They don't seem disturbed by having their trophies stolen by the alpha cat.
Wallenda cats!
Bijou watching Rick in the workshop.
My, what big feet you have!
Bijou in the middle of the kitchen floor--her chosen spot while I'm cooking. They don't think much of human food!
Guido, balanced for a better look.
When learning to be part-time outdoor cats, Guido would bring us proof of his new hunting prowess. A new stick every day! Now journey-level hunters, they bring more "interesting" prey: a walking stick, a praying mantis, a skink, an anole. All were still alive and returned to the wilds of the backyard. They don't seem disturbed by having their trophies stolen by the alpha cat.
Wallenda cats!
Bijou watching Rick in the workshop.
My, what big feet you have!
Bijou in the middle of the kitchen floor--her chosen spot while I'm cooking. They don't think much of human food!
Guido, balanced for a better look.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Introducing BoyCat and GirlCat
They are siblings, born Feb. 27.
At the shelter, they were called Larry and Ellen. Well...no. I'm sure they'll reveal their real names soon.
Both are extremely affectionate and have followed all the human-desired cat rules.
After being caged (but well-cared-for) from birth, it was wonderful to give them some room! Today they learned about running, hiding, ambushing, stretching out, and hunting.
It was easy for us to fall in love!
If they would only hold still, I could get better pictures!
Most of the snapshots turned out like this. Fast cats!
Taking a break.
GirlCat zeroing in.
BoyCat testing out the rug.
Stalking the brother-cat.
Pretending not to notice stalker.
GirlCat's first act as a housecat: Killing and eating a housefly. Don't mess with the alpha.
At the shelter, they were called Larry and Ellen. Well...no. I'm sure they'll reveal their real names soon.
Both are extremely affectionate and have followed all the human-desired cat rules.
After being caged (but well-cared-for) from birth, it was wonderful to give them some room! Today they learned about running, hiding, ambushing, stretching out, and hunting.
It was easy for us to fall in love!
If they would only hold still, I could get better pictures!
Most of the snapshots turned out like this. Fast cats!
Taking a break.
GirlCat zeroing in.
BoyCat testing out the rug.
Stalking the brother-cat.
Pretending not to notice stalker.
GirlCat's first act as a housecat: Killing and eating a housefly. Don't mess with the alpha.
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