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The Red Giant Phase of Gardens

And we’re into that season of giganto veggies as the garden enters its Red Giant phase. Baseball-bat-sized zucchini; baseball-sized tomatoes. I really should have included a cat in this photograph for scale.


Everyone I know is talking about Bob Woodward’s new book, Fear: Trump in the White House.

I think Woodward’s new book sounds boring.

The White House is Crazytown!

Trump is stoooopid.

Is any of this information new to you?


Then why are you so excited about it?

I mean, story after story. News cycle after news cycle. Book after book.

Nobody is in danger of misunderstanding the magnitude of the situation.

I'm sick of the ongoing Ain't It Awful? game.

Stop describing the problem. DEAL with it.


Diana mailed me a bunch of scribbles that Robin drew when he was four years old.

Am I a terrible mother?

I looked at those scribbles and thought, Exactly what am I supposed to do with these?

I mean, I love Robin! And he really was a most magical four-year-old.

But one of the few benefits to losing (literally!) every single thing you own is that you are no longer encumbered with all that documentation. Those birthday cards. Those report cards. Those school projects. Those drawings. All those exhibits in the Museum of Lost Childhood.

You can’t throw them out, of course.

Because if you throw them out, it’s no longer even a question. You really are a terrible mother.

I texted Robin: Just wanted to tell you that I’m thinking about you, that I miss you, that I love you, that I hope everything is going well.

Robin texted back: Hey mother dearest. Love you very much as well and miss you too!

Though I gotta say: This is not a photo of a young man who misses his mother! (Insert smiley face.)

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Sep. 5th, 2018 01:26 pm (UTC)
Tell the clutter: “thank you for completing your cycle in my life”; or, “thank you for bringing me the joy you brought me”, and toss that shit. #Kondo

Robin doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who would care to have it, and mommy’s is not storage.
Sep. 5th, 2018 01:33 pm (UTC)
Responses like this are one of the many reasons why I LUV you. :-)
Sep. 5th, 2018 02:35 pm (UTC)

Sure is a good looking young man.

Some years ago I passed back all the crap I had saved from my girl's younger years, but now it has been replaced by grandkid stuff...* sigh*

Sep. 5th, 2018 02:40 pm (UTC)
Yes, Robin is the handsomest male human I know, and I would say this even if I had not given birth to him.

When I am out in public with him, the heads of every human female between the ages of 12 and 40 snap in his direction. I ain't lying. It's a trip.
Sep. 5th, 2018 05:44 pm (UTC)
Sep. 5th, 2018 05:47 pm (UTC)
Sep. 5th, 2018 10:38 pm (UTC)

Umm. Robin’s companion wants you to know what a catch your son has.

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