We hold these truths to be self-evident...

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen United States of America,  adopted by Congress on July 4, 1776

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a masterpiece of engineering

Wifey's broken flipper: check out the lateral metatarsal (pinkie side foot-bone). She missed a step last night, and this is the result:

Image source: Scott Co (IN) Hospital ER

The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art. 

Leonardo da Vinci

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a couple things America got right...

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Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness.

She wasn't prone to worry; as she'd grown older, she'd lost the patience to really fret. Still, when she laid her hands across her belly that day and felt the hard, heavy lump there, a tickle of fear swept across her shoulders and down her back.

It was her secret for the few days it took her to accept that it was real. The minute the words crossed her lips - Hey, put your hand right here...do you feel anything? - things went into fast forward. Life became a blur of doctors, tests, waiting for results (no way to hurry the waiting). Someone mentioned the "c" word...

She nicknamed the unwelcome visitor her "pumpkin," a reference to her childhood fear of growing a watermelon in her belly after swallowing some seeds.  It grew with amazing speed, twisting inside. Pain was a constant companion.

Soon, she was in the hospital, surrounded by frightened and worried family. Her belly was sliced from belly button to pubic bone, the offending thing removed, then the wound closed back up with 37 staples. The incision looked like a zipper.

The surgeon was elevated to hero status in her eyes. He had, after all, saved her life.

"We're going to want to monitor you for 5 years," he said, "just to be sure."

The first year passed without incident, and then the second year.

Today, he looked her in the eye, shook her hand, and told her he hoped to never see her again. "3 years ahead of schedule, kid, but you're good to go. And we're here if you ever need us."

She walked out the doors and back into into the world anew. She thinks that maybe she'll never be afraid again.

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“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky –

 forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, 

not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. 

In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty

 of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. 

This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” 

~Mark Jenkins

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the rust of the whole week

Monday, again.


No, wait - it's not Monday again...this is an entirely different Monday. Days don't repeat themselves, time doesn't go in a circle. Every day is new, and only comes once. That little insight is worth remembering. 

I spent the weekend pretty much exactly as planned. Saturday was all about cleaning and errands, and then Sunday was all about doing the fun stuff. I'm easily amused, so cleaning out my makeup drawer and giving myself a mani/pedi ranked right up there on the highlights of the day. 


I also spent a sizeable portion of the day flipping through some of my decorating books. These images are all from BH&G's  New Cottage Style: 

They're not all the same house, but they could be. And I could live there.

Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week.  

~Joseph Addison

(But only if you let it. ~Me)

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