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today she is 19. my tiny munchkin.
and far away. even further than usual. she is in DC at a student government convention. i am really proud of her, the route she has taken has been (and still is) so difficult, but she has not backed down or turned around. it would be fine if she were to branch off into a smoother path for a while, however! we’ll see … i hope i can find her to say happy day today! and not in voice mail, please?

and yes, mine was yesterday. it kind of gets lost in the month. my sisters’ birthdays are also in september! thank you for all who sent good wishes. it was a fine day. i played hooky of course, stayed home, cleaned the kitchen a little and sewed beads on painted poems. i did not cut my hair off. there was no cake, but i made a soy pepperoni pizza with lots of garlic and a pepper from the garden. my poet gave me a zen garden, so i will have a garden for the winter. i feel sure a plastic dinosaur will manage to make his way into the sand scribbles pretty soon. or a tiny tin racecar. the double-5 number feels sobering and a bit heavy to carry for a year. but i know it is only a number and i am still the same silly, healthy and creative person. perhaps i will add it all together, come out with “1″. a starting-over year. that could be good…

and yes, i got that Diana+. wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

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092707

today she is 19. my tiny munchkin.
and far away. even further than usual. she is in DC at a student government convention. i am really proud of her, the route she has taken has been (and still is) so difficult, but she has not backed down or turned around. it would be fine if she were to branch off into a smoother path for a while, however! we’ll see … i hope i can find her to say happy day today! and not in voice mail, please?

and yes, mine was yesterday. it kind of gets lost in the month. my sisters’ birthdays are also in september! thank you for all who sent good wishes. it was a fine day. i played hooky of course, stayed home, cleaned the kitchen a little and sewed beads on painted poems. i did not cut my hair off. there was no cake, but i made a soy pepperoni pizza with lots of garlic and a pepper from the garden. my poet gave me a zen garden, so i will have a garden for the winter. i feel sure a plastic dinosaur will manage to make his way into the sand scribbles pretty soon. or a tiny tin racecar. the double-5 number feels sobering and a bit heavy to carry for a year. but i know it is only a number and i am still the same silly, healthy and creative person. perhaps i will add it all together, come out with “1″. a starting-over year. that could be good…

and yes, i got that Diana+. wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

Comments are closed.