Saturday - April 10, 2010

 still here...

one day kori.net will disappear as i have known it.  a remote capillary on the web visited only be its creator.   

until then, it's the chronicles of kori, i guess.

log for today, what might have been a normal day many years ago and now seems like a mini-vacation:

up early, lazy lonely breakfast of granola, flakes, ground chia, and FF organic milk.  coffee. more coffee.

walk with friend in fundraiser for breast cancer research.  walk some more - what a gorgeous, brisk and sunny spring morning!

hunting at delicious orchards ... and sampling... some cheese, sausage, organic tortillas.  finding dried kiwis and a fuji apple weighing in at 1.25 pounds!

a bit of laundry, a big ole BLT for lunch.  

garden.  finish rearranging the grass.  make a new home for Pixie.  lots of soft moss to tickle her toes.  clean out the fountain.

walking the dog as the shadows lengthen, listening to Mom's stories of a different life in Florida completely without envy.  

finding a stunning garden filled with "bouquets" of purple hyachinth, reddish orange and bright yellow tulips, and a creamy rich daffodils towering over them all.  lollipop trees the colors of green apple, almost-ripe strawberry, and cotton candy set off by fading but still brilliant forsythia.  daffodils fighting for attention everywhere you look.

chopping veggies for a stew - using up the Easter lamb.  open up a bottle of Malbec... a little for me, a little for the stew.  

catching up on emails, groovin on some tunes.

girls getting creative in the kitchen... makin dessert - I can't wait! baby's almost ten and older in many ways.  she and her friend earned over 30 bucks for charity today doing chores around the neighborhood.

hubby had his nap, cigar and game time.  happy man says "it tastes pretty good!"

i guess it's supper time!  

get out the camembert and apple butter and perfect round loaf of pumpernickel to attack by hand.  another glass of wine and rip that bread into three pieces!  one for the cheese, one for the apple butter and one to mop the juice out of my bowl.

pretend not to notice the walnut shells in the chocolate pudding.  honestly complimenting the little genious who paired perfect bites of bananas and pears on a toothpick for me to dunk in the pudding.

a day in the life.  

a very sweet life, today, overflowing my heart with gratitude.

Wednesday - January 13, 2010

 change is a comin

Wednesday - October 07, 2009

 cocoon

 ... I'm talking about the "tween" in my life.  it's time to have that mom-to-daughter talk.  about the blessings (!) of puberty and adolescence that will affect her life sometime in the next couple years.

lucky imp - the blood won't scare her one bit.  ever since she was a baby she's had noosebleeds.  I don't recall ever seeing a school nurse until, ahem, college.  I'm not sure if that's because there weren't any or because i never needed to find out.  

but the nurse in my tween's school is an old friend to begin with and and now I get to keep up even better with her life than my facebook friends! thanks to frequent nurse office visits by my daughter, 

who i call "rerun" because she has a habit that actively resides in that huge murky cloud between endearing and annoying.  She does little newsflashes frequently, repeating aloud and with commentary, every detail of whatever just happened two seconds (or minutes, or hours, or daysmonthsyears) ago.  regardless of whether any real ears fall within range.  

she will be a fantastic talk show host some day because of that strange habit.  not to mention her incredible skills of analyzing social situations, her lack of timidity about gross stuff and her obsession with the bizarre.  

bloody noses are laundry problems.  one of my proudest accomplishments of motherhood is keeping somewhat of an image on her "pooh", wh o began as her crib quilt and grew to supreme lovey status.  despite his stubbornly identifiable shadow, pooh knows the scent of bleach.

if any brain mappers would like to scam an incredible sequence for a horror movie, they're welcome to my memory of stumbling into her room in the middle of the night... screaming infant in the dark.  a flip of the switch assaults the eyes with white light shredded by glistening bright red all over the white crib, papered walls, and lovely pastel bedding.  and yes, the baby too.  so much blood, such intense, inconsolable screaming... total nerve assault.

"think of it like this," owl explains, "it's like your vascular system is a tentacled tupperware beast.  for the first part of your life it was burping out of your nose.  you've been getting nosebleeds as you get older because your body is preparing to start bleeding out the other end.  luckily, the timing on this one is often more predictable than noosebleeds ever were!   

so it begins.  shopping in different departments, phone privileges, and the process of creating her own life.

Saturday - October 03, 2009

 A Respectable Trade

Above all  this was a love story and underneath it all it was a dissertation on the elusivity of freedom.  The "trade" in the title refers to the slave trade, specifically in England in 1787.   Gregory did plenty of research for this historical fiction, and her examination of human relationships holds the reader captive.

A healthy perspective on a slice of history we'd rather forget about, the story is somewhat predictable but its bittersweet portrayal of prisons internal and external reaches worlds and time beyond which it all takes place.

Nothing stellar here, but an enlightening and embraceable story nonetheless.

Wednesday - June 17, 2009

37 seconds

My favorite line from the "family movie" we watched this past weekend, when the main characters had fixed all the clocks in the store to go off at exactly midnight with 37 seconds to spare...

"I guess we just wait."

"Wait?" (assuming an aura of profound wonderment...)  

"... we breathe

we pulse

we regenerate

our hearts beat

our minds create

our souls ingest.

Thiry-seven seconds well used

is a lifetime."