nina turns 40 turns 2

Thus it began:

I miss getting letters. I was searching through the mess in my closet the other day looking for my passport for a weekend trip to canada, and I came across boxes of old letters, everything from love letters sent by a high school boyfriend to newspaper clippings mailed by my best friend in Mexico, and I realized I don't remember the last time I got an honest-to-goodness letter from anyone. I'm actually considering getting a prison penpal just to savor the joy of a physical envelope landing in my hands again--something tactual, and worth saving in a box. I guess I'm feeling nostalgic for older technologies now that I'm taking the plunge into blogging after years'--decades really--worth of the passionate pursuit of beautiful journals and free flowing pens.   ~~First nina turns 40 post 11/19/02

Little did I know I'd still be at it two years later.

Went to an auction/fundraiser for the kidlet's daycare this evening.  Jebus friggin' criminy, but there are some wealthy folks 'round these parts.  The house it was held in was only a block north of our apartment, but it's a steep uphill block, and they have a view worthy of a rock star--the Space Needle and city bursting all glittery right there in your face like 4th of July fireworks, and the ferries gliding by on Elliot Bay in the moonlight. serene and silent.  Dayum.  About fifty of my apartments could fit into that house.  But I don't think they've got quite the tub I have--who knows for sure, I didn't venture into any of the the bathrooms, but just to make myself feel better, I'm going to pretend they don't.  So there.

Comments

[Mikey]

I so love the tub photo.

Congrats darlin

[Kimberly]

Happy blogiversary, Nina. Without your blog (and mine, too), we might've ridden the same bus to work, waited in line for coffee next to each other, walked past each other any number of places in our neighborhood, and never spoken. So I'm very glad you're still at it.

[Cowtown Pattie]

THEE too, modest tressèd maid,
When thy fallen stars appear;
When in lawn of fire array'd
Sov'reign of yon powder'd sphere;
To thee I chant at close of day, 5
Beneath, O maiden Moon! thy ray.

Dunno, Shakespeare seemed appropriate. Happy Blogiversary, m'dear!