2008 in Posts — Here in the Bonny Glen

January 1, 2009 @ 9:23 am | Filed under: Blog,Family

January

I experimented with a a new departure in flavorings. (My famous chicken tortilla chai soup recipe. Mm mm bleck.)

Then it was time to Journey North again!

February

I finished crocheting a sweater, almost. (Never did put the buttons on. Rilla won’t wear it, anyway. No ladybugs on it.)

Wonderboy got glasses.

We had bad days and good ones.

March

I sang out loud in the grocery store.

John Stilgoe knocked my socks off and got me contemplating how Way Leads on to Way and how Every Face I Look at Seems Beautiful.

April

In a word: Barcelona! Barcelona! Barcelona!

May

I contemplated my Mother’s Days and celebrated 14 years with That Cute Boy.

I got very wordy about houseplants. Twice.

June

Scott battled a fearsome beast in our laundry room. I read about the epic fight on IM.

I explained my Doctor Roster.

July

My big girls went to Colorado for a week.

We were happy to get them back again.

Then we ditched them for the San Diego Comic-Con. (Scott had to: it’s his job. Me? I tagged along for the photo ops.)

August

We started the 100 Species Challenge. (And though we’ve not kept up the blogging-it part, we’ve done really well with the species ID part! I think we’re in the 60s now.)

I had a little hospital adventure.

September

I made curtains! (I didn’t say I made them well.)

We kept on learning new stuff about our sweet Wonderboy.

October

I celebrated the San Diego autumn and small happinesses. And more autumn, and more happinesses. (About that sourdough starter, though? Epic fail.)

November

My parents came to visit, and we enjoyed a fabulous week of exploring SoCal with the big girls.

December

‘Twas a month of Twittered moments, and birthdays, and sewing, and books, and Advent moments both magical and mucky.

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And now it’s 2009, and we’re about to make another fresh start.

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Penny in VT says:

and thank you for sharing them all here…

We, your faithful, love you.

Good luck – I’m voting for a boy born on January 5, if there’s a pool…

Posted on January 1st, 2009 at 12:11 pm
Mary says:

I’ll take a boy on January 8th…to be named “Elvis” or “Chip”
Posted on January 1st, 2009 at 12:41 pm
Anna says:

I was just thinking about your hospital trip this week. Something about daily minerals for pregnant women.
I can’t wait to meet this new little one of yours! May the arrival be safe and peaceful.
Posted on January 1st, 2009 at 1:40 pm
mamacrow says:

golly, hasn’t 9mnths flown?!

masses and masses of luck, love and prayers; hope all goes well – before, during and after, and that the after pains are bareable xxxx
Posted on January 1st, 2009 at 3:49 pm
fiddler says:

Wishing you the best, and patiently waiting for news of a babe in arms. Thanks for sharing your favorite parts of 2008 with us!

Warm thoughts sent your way,
Christina in MA
Posted on January 2nd, 2009 at 5:44 pm

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“Exploration,” says John Stilgoe, author of Outside Lies Magic, “is a liberal art, because it is an art that liberates, that frees, that opens away from narrowness. And it is fun.”

Yes: it is so, so much fun, and that is why I write these posts all chattery with excitement over this or that connection the kids made today. (Or that I made myself!) I know I get carried away, but that’s the point, isn’t it, that way leading on to way has carried me away?

And yet—and yet—I think we are at once ‘carried away’ and made more fully present in the now, more rooted, by these relationships between ideas about things past and future. The joy of connection makes me want to celebrate this moment, this brief encounter with wild-haired child and broad-trunked tree, bus going by, sign on church wall, Scottish warlord creeping over the tower wall and startling the English soldier’s wife who has just put her babe in arms to sleep by crooning that the Black Douglas won’t get him. Child, laughing, shouting “Dinna ye be sae sure aboot that!” across the courtyard outside the library. How can I not celebrate this freedom?

(from a post called Way Leads on to Way)

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