Archive for July, 2014
one last gift
Well, that was a lovely surprise. I was poking around Amazon the other day,(yes, I still shop there, no I don’t care to discuss it) wondering if Diana Wynne Jones had written anything I hadn’t heard about …. and I found a new book. Apparently, when she died she left behind the uncompleted manuscript for […]
the dead were *not* someone else’s friends, this time
Somehow, the story about the Malaysian airplane that was shot down became a lot more real to me when I learned that it was flying out of Amsterdam and that more than half of the passengers were Dutch. It turns out to be even closer than that: one of Ted’s colleagues, someone he liked, invited […]
our Fourth weekend
Before I tell the story, good news: the last of the repair work is being done right now and the new washer is supposed to be delivered tomorrow. Fingers crossed, we might be done with the whole washer saga in another day! ETA Nope, should have known better. Now for some reason Best Buy says […]
followups
On the story of the three murdered Israeli teenagers and the murdered Palestinian boy: Just when I want to avert my eyes from the whole situation and say that we’re kindred in nothing but name (bonus Stan Rogers / Irish Troubles reference) comes a story like this one, about people snatching hopes for peach from […]
our boys
Oddly, what brought me to tears over Eyal, Gilad and Naftali, the three kidnapped Israeli boys, is from another religious tradition already. John Gorka based his “Let Them in, Peter” on a poem found in a Philippine hospital during WWII: Let them in, Peter They are very tired Give them couches where the angels sleep […]