Sunday, August 31, 2014
Weakness -- or compassion, perhaps.
A few times over the past months, Herself has stopped by the local pet store on a few Saturday afternoons during which they had adoption events by a local rescue organization. (She thought about attending several more events, but lacked sufficient impetus to do so on those occasions.) She didn't necessarily want another dog; she just wanted to look.
Yesterday, after spending some time perusing the bookstore for a book to send to Offspring the First, she decided to stop in at the adoption event. Just to look.
There was an older, placid chihuahua in the cage at the end of the table. He was calm, untroubled. He was the same color as Tiny Dog, except for his white face and the beginnings of a white stripe down his back.
His name was Pedro, and he was 9-10 years old. He was missing a few teeth on one side, so that his tongue stuck out just a little. The ear on the other side was a bit crumpled. He sat quietly on Herself's lap for a bit.
Herself did not feel a compulsion to adopt him - there was not a burning need to do so, the way she (on extremely rare occasions) knows something must be done.
After having said goodbye to ottoman-shaped dog, ancient decrepit dog, and venerable cavy within the past year, Herself knows that it is very important for animals to have a person who can walk the final path with them. It seemed like the right thing to do, to make sure this dog would have comfort in his waning years.
Herself brought him home.
We have renamed him Tio.
Saturday, August 30, 2014
We're currently listening to the version sung by Korn. You can find it here. Excellent.
For the full effect, though, one must watch the Cameo video, as it is so very 1980s. It even has LeVar Burton featured in it. Outstanding.
Friday, August 29, 2014
All of the versions on the iPod contain these four verses:
All I've heard there was a secret chord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who has seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard,
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
"What does that have to do with it?" asked Milo.
"Nothing at all," he answered, "but it's an interesting possibility, don't you think?”
― Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
Monday, August 25, 2014
The house is suddenly giant and ever so quiet.
I am looking forward to Christmas time, when I will need to put an entire pork roast into the crock pot for Offspring the Second, and will have to stock the larder with the whole-wheat pasta that Offspring the First prefers. To have the house be full again -- and noisy -- will be a marvelous, albeit brief, occasion.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
Good luck, little turtle.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Soon, Offspring the Second will be leaving home for his own Big Adventure. He worked tremendously hard this past year in order to be able to attend the college of his choosing, and he will be joining the student body in a week as a sophomore. And so, he is packing his things, and the family will take a brief road trip to deposit him at school.
Herself is tremendously pleased for him. As terrifying as a new place and being On One's Own can be at times, she knows that Offspring the Second will rise to the occasion. He will have adventures and see new places and hear new music and experience new things and even occasionally get to know new people, and it will be Good.
We at home will no longer witness his stealthy, ninja-like appearances in the house, nor will we experience the reverberations when he plays his drums. We will have to handle our own vermin-removing activities, since he will no longer be available to extract lizards from the shower stall or shoo unspeakable beetles from the kitchen. We will miss his dry humor and his quiet intelligence, and especially his helpful commentary and insight into the workings of people. Yet all of these things he will take with him and share with the World, and the World will be a better place for it.
He is a Good Soul. A Kind Soul. An Old Soul. A Marvelous Soul. We hope that his path forward is filled with joy and mystery and magnificence.
We love you, Offspring the Second. Should you need anything at all, do not hesitate to let us know. We will always be here for you, and look forward to seeing you next time.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Perhaps a hug might help move me in the right direction, though.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
In a vaguely amusing literal twist to the fortune, over the weekend she spent her time waiting for a kidney stone to leave her. The Universe has been merciful, for this kidney stone -- while certainly uncomfortable -- has not reached the degree of horror that the first one did. Herself is cautiously optimistic that the stone is nearly at the end of the road, and is looking forward to some relatively pain free days thereafter. Keep your fingers crossed that this shall indeed pass very shortly.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
We are frustrated -- nearly apopleptically so -- at our lack of reliable internet access through which to post to the blog. We are at a complete loss when we are unable to write, for writing is how we think, process, live, BREATHE. We have no words. Or rather, we have a buildup of words, all bumping against one another and straining to be set free from our minds so that they can swim freely throughout the posts. It is painful, like the sneeze that won't arrive or like the pressure of eardrums before they pop, except a thousandfold more. A hundred thousandfold more.
We may have to resort to old-fashioned pen and paper, lest we explode.