easter by martha

Wendy sent me this link: Tie Dye Eggs. I am not sure if she meant it as "what a great idea" or "who in the world is psycho enough to go to this kind of trouble" but either way, my response was, 'Oh, I am totally gonna try this!' It really works!

laughing my butt off

i was laughing my butt off on a riding mower, cutting the grass at the cemetery where we work. why? because i realized we've got two fantastic people in our bunch (i'm sure you can add to the name-calling):

Dr. A.A.

Dr. B.S.

HAHAHAHAH!

Breakfast Re-Location

In light of Darby's newly acquired pink eye (boo), I'm happy to host tomorrow's breakfast at my place.  C'mon over at 9.  Stay til whenever.  Does that work for folks?

evil (pink) eye

with much lamentation, i must call off the whocares breakfast at my house scheduled for tomorrow. i woke up this morning with a raging case of pink eye (thanks, kiddos) and would HATE to infect you and yours, just as you're about to hunt easter eggs. this makes me sad, sad, sad.

if you all still want to gather somewhere else, go with my blessing. and have a happy resurrection day!

2000

well, our blog has reached 2,000 posts. this is 2001. so fun. and know what i was gonna post about....do ya?....do ya?

i finally got all of the chords for "was it a morning like this?" and have been practicing it. yeah. i can't reach the high notes...it's LOW!

no matter the key, my heart seems to pound "he is risen" when i hear this song. and when i read those words in matthew 27: "And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And the earth shook, and the rocks were split."

torn in two! no need to fear! who can approach? only the one with a rope around his ankle? no!! all can approach. when? once a year? where? only jerusalem? any time! any place!

i hope the never-ending round of "hallelujah" is echoed from my core til i shirk this body for a new one.

Our New House

Here is the real estate vid for our new home. It's amazing. We love having all the space! The one bedroom apt. was getting a little cozy with little A's arrival.

When I Grow Up...

I'd like to be Emmylou Harris.  Her new album is available to listen to on NPR and you can see a lovely little mini concert here.  She's pretty dern amazing.

50 and 50

Just found out about an art project called "50 and 50," which is "a collective, curated project where fifty designers are invited to represent their state by illustrating its motto." I thought, "If anyone would like these, Whocares would like them." I hope you do. Click on the title to have a look at the full gallery.

Table Grace Cafe, Omaha

A friend just told me about this new cafe that opened at 16th and Farnam--all freewill donations, in the belief "that everyone, regardless of economic status, deserves the chance to eat wonderful food while being treated with respect and dignity."

Cool, huh?

I feel a field trip coming on...  Anyone?

Have you heard of The Cleverlys?

High dork factor bluegrass cover band. They are our new favorite YouTube addiction. Here's a taste.

whocares getaway update

when: leave early-early friday, july 15 - come home late-late sunday, july 17

where: the beave

how: driving paul dyer (the minivan). it ends up that plane tickets are really pricey and we can do better splitting the gas

what happens next: we need to nail down who's in (depending on how many go, we might have to arrange a car rental. rentals for that week seem to be going fast). so post your decision as soon as you can! call me if you have any burning questions.

Little A - 10 months today

prayer for my friends

heard this tune on a Putumayo Americana compilation i found at the library and immediately thought of you all. xo!

weekend in the mountains

update: because of scheduling conflicts, i'm now proposing three new possible dates for the getaway, all of them in july instead of august. if this throws a wrench in anybody's summer plans, i'm super sorry for the change-up. hopefully we can figure out something that will work for everybody who wants to come.

july 15-17
july 22-24
july 29-31

i'm assuming a friday through sunday schedule, although given the distance we're proposing to travel, perhaps we should look at thursday night through sunday? or friday morning through monday morning? i'm completely fine with group consensus. power to the people.

lindsay found a deal for plane tickets on frontier for $95 round trip. we have to purchase them by april 12, though, so we probably better settle on a date ASAP. i'm assuming we'll agree on a flight and then purchase our tickets individually.

depending on how many plan to go, we'll also have to figure in costs for a rental car to get us to beaver creek.

oo-de-laly. it's going to be fun! whip out your calendars and let's figure this out.

a new kind of love poem

Late Poem by Cynthia Zarin



I wish we were Indians and ate foie gras
and drove a gas-guzzler
and never wore seat belts
I’d have a baby, yours, cette fois,
and I’d smoke Parliaments
and we’d drink our way through the winter
in spring the baby would laugh at the moon
who is her father and her mother who is his pool
and we’d walk backwards and forwards
in lizard-skin cowboy boots
and read Gilgamesh and Tintin aloud
I’d wear only leather or feathers
plucked from endangered birds and silk
from exploited silkworms
we’d read The Economist
it would be before and after the internet
I’d send you letters by carrier pigeons
who would only fly from one window
to another in our drafty, gigantic house
with twenty-three uninsulated windows
and the dog would be always be
off his leash and always
find his way home as we will one day
and we’d feed small children
peanut butter and coffee in their milk
and I’d keep my hand glued under your belt
even while driving and cooking
and no one would have our number
except I would have yours where I’ve kept it
carved on the sole of my stiletto
which I would always wear when we walked
in the frozen and dusty wood
and we would keep warm by bickering
and falling into bed perpetually and
entirely unsafely as all the best things are
—your skin and my breath on it.

get up, it's time for breakfast

when: good friday, april 22, 9:00-whenever
where: my house
bring: your usual thing
why: to hang out with our beloved julie one more time before she lights out for the territory