Intense Little Details and other stories

Happy Valentine's Day from Maia to all of you.
I'm sorry she's not a nicer cat. :P

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Sunday afternoon.

Sunday afternoon, I can melt, and that will be OK.

Until then, my life is full—full of short black dresses and scallops baked in the shells my grandparents bought me in Florida—full of rich voices in a high choir loft with old pipe organ and flute bolstering them from beneath and above—full of houseguests, to Maia's certain horror and our absolute delight—full of the little details of organizing a fairly intense musical event, as well as the little details of taking care of people and making sure they can enjoy themselves.

If you wonder why I keep missing blog posts, it's because I'm too busy to think. I might be saner after a proper meltdown Sunday afternoon.

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I'm currently dreaming of how long it will take my GED transcript to travel to a certain campus in certain Midwestern foothills, and how long it will take a letter—one that hopefully says Welcome—to travel back.

Among at least a jillion other anxieties this week, I'm hoping the Admissions Office doesn't think my transcript is a bomb just because I mailed it in a photo mailer. As it turns out, the post office doesn't carry normal envelopes big enough to fit a sealed business envelope in. Who knew?

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Fortunately for my sanity over the past few days, there's coffee. There are also snowdrops.

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Music of the week: In honor of Valentine's Day, one of my all-time favorite love songs. It's true for many kinds of love, and I'm only getting a good start when I say it's dedicated first and foremost to Lou.

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Happy Valentine's Day! You're welcome in my house even if my cat hides and hisses.

Much love,


  1. Hopefully Maia had a Happy Valentine's Day. Happiness is sleeping on a towel shelf...especially if the humans don't like it.

  2. Especially if the towels are warm from the dryer. When we visited, Maia hid, despite the glitter ball gift and promise of suitable obeisance, but she didn't hiss, so there's that.

    Love the beautiful song!

    May your scholastic application efforts be rewarded.



  3. wait..... Are those flowers IN YOUR YARD???????????????



    I'm pretty much speechless...

    Happy St. Valentine's Day!!!!!!! Give me 'til tomorrow morning and I'll have a Potter post..


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