tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post8296900725776635134..comments2023-08-12T07:55:06.441-04:00Comments on Rhymes with Javelin: Figs and strollersS.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06957943262402999997noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-2655730409354956662007-09-22T11:23:00.000-04:002007-09-22T11:23:00.000-04:00I think you did right keeping Z. home on Monday. ...I think you did right keeping Z. home on Monday. It serves as a ritual marker of remembrance, not a moment of weakness. Love to you, S.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-11646877876166499972007-09-22T11:21:00.000-04:002007-09-22T11:21:00.000-04:00I think you did right keeping Z. home on Monday. ...I think you did right keeping Z. home on Monday. It serves as a ritual marker of remembrance, not a moment of weakness. Love to you, S.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-74636343510081666052007-09-21T21:08:00.000-04:002007-09-21T21:08:00.000-04:00(((S and Z)))(((S and Z)))susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12000470374101306070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-2606844403668031382007-09-21T17:12:00.000-04:002007-09-21T17:12:00.000-04:00Phantom and Jo(e)--thank you for being here for me...Phantom and Jo(e)--thank you for being here for me.<BR/><BR/>kathy a., how terrifying! I'm glad she's okay.<BR/><BR/>Magpie, I'm so sorry to worry you! Now that I've written the post, I feel better about the decision, too.<BR/><BR/>Furrow, wow, I'm so touched that you read through all that. You are excellent.S.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06957943262402999997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-81520349139504138092007-09-21T13:57:00.000-04:002007-09-21T13:57:00.000-04:00(o)(o)jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-34961278998151245352007-09-21T13:38:00.000-04:002007-09-21T13:38:00.000-04:00I just finally went back and read your story from ...I just finally went back and read your story from the beginning. I don't know what to say except, I get it now.Furrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08617566957749784387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-3014758853257289542007-09-21T12:47:00.000-04:002007-09-21T12:47:00.000-04:00Oh, my heart stopped a little. It seems right tha...Oh, my heart stopped a little. It seems right that you stayed home on Monday, your AA analogy be damned. <BR/><BR/>I am glad you posted; I was wondering and worrying.Magpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15460136246441367993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-72815815834310101072007-09-21T12:40:00.000-04:002007-09-21T12:40:00.000-04:00oh! (((( S )))) how horrifying. i'm so glad she...oh! (((( S )))) how horrifying. i'm so glad she is ok.<BR/><BR/>there was a time when my daughter was two, and we were loading everyone and their equipment into the car. i looked up to say something to my husband, and my daughter careened into the middle of the street, laughing at her own cleverness. a car appeared. don't think i've ever run so fast or yelled so loud. it has been 16 years, and thinking of that day still makes my heart thump and eyes tear up. "fierce desperation of love" is an exact description.kathy a.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14479337952651746193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55830807767176233.post-33978541011899683712007-09-21T11:54:00.000-04:002007-09-21T11:54:00.000-04:00(o)(o)Phantom Scribblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03258384756183844406noreply@blogger.com