Still here. Hanging in there.
Not much to report.
Though, I did dream I met Quotidian Grace last night. What a great gal.
And I gave the girls a bath tonight before dinner and there was no screaming whatsoever. M was kissing C’s belly while I washed her hair.
Then they started to walk downstairs together and fell down to the bottom, landing in a heap. Parents moved quickly. Many tears. No apparent injuries.
After dinner, ice cream sandwiches.
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» A note to readers who are looking at the new blog: you’ll notice some “greatest hits” from reverendmother there, especially as I ramp up my writing in that space. Sorry for the déjà vu!
» There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places. -Wendell Berry
» “The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.” -Barbara Kingsolver

I appeared in your dream? Whoa. I’m truly honored. This must be a sign that the RevGals will organize a meet-up event. Looking forward to it.
Ouch! Ice cream cures many things.
Ice cream sandwiches are truly a manifestation of healing grace.
The fall just might be worth ice cream sandwiches. Nothing says healing like ice cream!