Northern Noise

The other day I had to use the restroom at Fred Meyer.  While I the stall I saw a pregnancy kit stuffed into the garbage can.  It made me really sad.  I remember when Bob and I took our pregnancy test with Jed.  The thought of someone being alone in a stall in Fred Meyer finding out something so important, so miraculous has stuck with me. I'm grateful for my family.

Haven't been blogging lately.  I miss the writing part but feel like nothing exciting is happening to report. My friend Sheila does this great "reasons to be grateful for" as well as blogging about important issues.  My uncle has a blog about fishing on the Kenai.  My creative friend Kathleen has, like, art and her movie trailers.  I used to have funny stories about my son, but at age 8 his smart little comments and nudity take on a tone more tawdry and irritating than cute and charming. When I was in the classroom, a thousand hilarious things happened each day.  Teenagers are funny and it's easy to feel justified in mocking them, at least a little.  During the summer I got to check out exotic locations like Las Vegas and Rockaway Beach, Oregon.  Last few weeks have been pretty tame - work, home, chores, rain, watch an episode of Lost with Bob and head to bed.  Get up.  Repeat. Maybe I need a hook - like many bloggers have.  I mean, the whole Julie & Julie mo

Cool this morning, The light is different Yellow leaves appearing in the green Rain constantly lurking (fair is here) Sunshine in the afternoon, but not so warm Kids talking about back to school supplies Feels like fall