Cats

Cats

January 28, 2017

Two orange tabby brothers followed us home in December.  They lived with us for five weeks, snuggling, wrestling, running around like madmen and punching each other in the face, until their owners saw our “found” signs (which had been posted in front of their house for weeks).

Chupa misses them a ton.  They shredded furniture, ate Kolinsky brushes and laptop screens, farted intense farts on our laps, pawed wet paintings and shoved my brush around whenever I painted, but they were cute and soft fuzzballs.  


Out for a Stroll

Out for a Stroll

January 11, 2017

I'm laptop-free for the next week, since an orange demon (a stray cat we took in) ate my laptop screen.  I'll try to join these bears for some outings.

Sakura

Sakura

January 03, 2017

Several years ago, Mom and I visited Japan during cherry blossom season.  While there, Mom found out that her mom had cancer and was awaiting surgery in the hospital.

That night, Mom lay on the bed in our room at the ryokan.  “Emmie, my mom is sick . . . what if I lose her?” she asked.  

I tried to think of something kind and comforting to say.

“Well, she is 86,” I said.

Happy new year!

Happy new year!

January 01, 2017

Wishing you all a wonderful 2017.

My feet are freezing

My feet are freezing

December 31, 2016

I could use a nice hot tub soak.

Onsen

Onsen

December 29, 2016

Do you like onsen?  Me too.

Cookies

Cookies

December 24, 2016

During the holidays, Mom made plain cookies with her assortment of red plastic and tin cookie cutters.  I liked them because they weren’t too sweet.  

My favorite cookie shape was the pear - the stem part got browned and crisp.

Parka

Parka

December 21, 2016

In Kansas, my parents liked to save energy by minimizing heat usage during the winter.  We wore parkas around the house.  If you poured yourself a cup of water, it was icy cold a while later.


Saint Lucy's Day

Saint Lucy's Day

December 13, 2016

On December 13th, our Norwegian teacher (who also loved gnomes) selected a girl in our second grade class to be Santa Lucia.  She dressed Kerry in a white gown and arranged a candlelit wreath on her head.  We gathered around and sang "Santa Lucia" as Kerry walked down the school hallway carrying Christmas cookies for the other classrooms.  I liked the visual.

Bebés

Bebés

December 09, 2016

In grade school, I tried to figure out how women got pregnant.  

I told Petra my theory one afternoon, when we had ventured upstairs to our parent’s room.  We weren’t allowed there, but went occasionally anyway.  I liked to bring a book because it was sunny and warm in winter, and light bounced off the yellow walls.

“I think that when the man puts the ring on the woman’s finger, there are chemicals in the ring that go into her body, and signify that she’s married, and then she becomes pregnant.  But . . . some couples are married and they don’t have children . . . ”

“Emmie,” Petra said impatiently, “Dad put his penis into Mom’s vagina, and that’s how babies are made.”  

She turned her back and headed downstairs.

Breakfast

Breakfast

December 08, 2016

"May I?"  Mom asked impishly.  She plucked the stick of butter off the table and smashed/spread it directly onto her toast like she was crushing ants and shoveling a sidewalk at the same time.  

"No!" I said.  

"But . . . this way . . . I don't waste . . . " she protested.

Open butter sticks in the fridge were always studded with wheat toast crumbs, but this was the first time I'd seen her in action.  It took me a while to realize that she meant to save water by not washing a knife. 


Question

Question

December 04, 2016

"Am I more like you, or like Dad?"

Mom thought for a while, stirring her tea eggs.

"You are from outer space," she answered.

"How about Petra and Claire?"

"They are from outer space too.  That's why you are sisters."


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