When Tim left, I had plans for all sorts of activities. I did a few of them. I also did others that weren't planned. I killed the time. I've been trying to distract myself from the "I'm not in Paris--woe is me" thoughts that ran through my head every time I heard from my conscientious... Continue Reading →
Tim leaves for Paris on Wednesday. He's got his bags packed already, having assembled all the appropriate clothes and accessories this weekend. This is the Mens Trip, a present Tim's father gave to himself on the occasion of his something-th birthday. All the men are going, eight of them, one short of a Fellowship, two... Continue Reading →
Ever since I posted the question this morning about the five songs that changed your life, I've been wondering what my five songs would be. And for my musician friends, let's stipulate that when I say "song" I also mean "piece", so we can cover instrumental music of all kinds without the annoying "song/piece" construct.... Continue Reading →
Next summer, Tim gets to go on a men's trip to Europe with his father and all of the males on his side of the family. The group will consist of Tim's father, his brother, a brother-in-law, Tim, and four male children, the youngest of whom is 12 years old. This is a special trip... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 