Patricia Harrelson

It is true that Facebook is usurping Twilightme. It’s just so easy to jot off a line or two on FB a couple times of day. But I’m sad. I don’t want my blog to be overtaken by that easy floozy FB. Twilightme deserves better; more of my time, and quality time at that, for that is her strength–being a descriptive chronicle of my days. So I’m turning over a new leaf. I will give her much more attention from now on and just to let her know that I actually learned something from FB, here are a few one or two liners about what I could have been posting had I not given in to a FB infatuation. And I’m dressing up the post with a few pictures too.

• When Nell spent the night, she was little Miss Independence, managing all of her self-care–teethbrushing, hair brushing, and dressing. She also made great use of a little copper teapot that I had picked up for her play with in the yard, filling it with flowers and leaves and building a little stove to brew her tea from a brick and the top of a solar yard light.
• It takes an hour and a half to get to Indian Grinding Rock State Park, enough time for Kyle and Candice to thoroughly entertain me with their engaging and lively chatter: Kyle spouting off numerous arcane facts and Candice mananging order in the back seat and pointing out landmarks of note along the way. They were both well versed in Native American history and provided intelligent commentary on the artifacts we encountered in the museum and during our hike through the park.
• I’ve went to SFO twice this month: once for a Research & Planning Conference with my colleagues from Columbia College and then a week later to pick up Kenny who was flying in from NYC. On both trips, the south bay shimmered beneath the arrival and departure of plane after plane, always an arresting sight.
• At home, we had the first storm of the season with an accompanying 23 hour power outage which forced me to lounge around reading a murder mystery and gave Cindy time to read Kenny’s first screenplay. Thankfully it wasn’t too cold, so we were fine without heat.
• Finally, Cindy and I continue to scurry here and there between work and family commitments, always juggling the things we love and sometimes complaining about being tired.