Posts Tagged Under Dawn Yun
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Making the bed is a metaphor for my life.
If I make it — the day will go well. If I don’t — bad things can happen.
I make my bed.
Since I can’t reach my stepson’s top bunk bed, I leave it undone. But I figure that since it’s up so high, I get a karmic pass.
By adminHappy Hour
Remember those glorious days when after work you would hit the bars, go for happy hour, have drinks, laugh, and let off steam?
Happy hour is very different today. I don’t participate in it: my children do.
It doesn’t take place in a bar. It happens during grocery shopping.
By adminThe Anti-Volunteer
I like to volunteer. I do it in different ways and have been doing so since I was a young adult.
I enjoy giving back and helping others. But I have no energy now to assist in my daughter’s classroom.
This is the equivalent of Greek tragedy — at least to the mother who is charge of ALL volunteers at my daughter’s school.
After scraping the side of my car yesterday — don’t ask. Oh, alright. I’ll tell.
By adminCheating Heart
WHAT is going on?
In the last year at least 10 friends I know are getting divorced. Some have kids. Some don’t.
But nearly all involve their husbands cheating.
When you get married you take a vow. I will only sleep with you.
By adminA New Computer
Today I will learn if my hard drive can be recovered, and I have to get my daughter ready to giddiup!
She has a cowboy party to go to complete with horsey rides.
Can I share with you how unthrilled I am about this?
By adminCoffee & Computters
Ready to write. The essentials are on my desk. A large glass of water. An even larger cup of coffee.
I had a bad feeling about that coffee cup. The handle is too large. There is too much space between the cup and the inside of the handle. Lately, I’ve been spilling things.
Too early for paranoia.
Finally, after months of being unhable to write, it is 6 a.m. and I am READY!
By adminThe Impossible Truth
Is it possible? Can it really be true? Kids are out of camp. School is starting next week.
Summer is over?
It was gone in a blink.
We did a lot, tons of travel, fun with friends, visited relatives, but still.. . . it’s over.
By adminSide Trip
In a few days I will leave for New York City to see my family. There aren’t many members of my mother’s generation left.
Almost all of her side died during a six-month period; my mother and my aunt on the same day, with the others following within a few months of each other. Then my aunt passed away two years later.
My brother-in-law, Bob, and my nephew, Jordan, 11, will greet my stepson, Jay, daughter, Mimi, and myself at JFK Airport. There is always a rush of excitement to see them, gather our luggage and walk into the stifling humidity on the way to the parking lot.
By adminBack yard
I love where I live but it is a far different kind of house and setting than the one in which I grew up. My Northern California house doesn’t have a front yard. It has a redwood fence and 12 steps that lead to a small deck and the front door.
For an East Coast born and bred girl this is weird. Odder is the back yard. It’s about a quarter of an acre of sheer drop. One has to walk down it sideways — as if trekking with a sherpa — not to fall.
Growing up we had a decent sized front yard and a back yard with a deck that led to a pool, plenty of area to run, and a stone wall.
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