Today's the deadline for the Scavenger Hunt. Post a link to your hunt in our comments section by tonight. We'll sit down to decide the winner by this weekend. Remember, there's $20 and other prizes up for grabs here!
Thanks to the hunters who have posted so far!
-- SJ
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Mundania IX
Jolly Good Recommendation... Despite the risks involved, despite my very recent post on the subject, my Resident Optimist recommended another book to me. He'd loved it and was confident I would, too. He wanted me to read it so we could talk it over, even though he knows very well how extensively and unkindly I can "talk over" books. So I took the chance -- in this case, a 638-page chance called To Serve Them All My Days by R.E. Delderfield.
It's about a young Welsh man, fresh from the horrors of WWI, who takes a position as schoolmaster at an English boys' school. I'm hardly a fourth of the way through it, and have fallen in love with it. What happens? Oh, everything and nothing. The author is superb at drawing familiar characters, not self-consciously "colorful" ones (see: the Mitford series, which is enjoyable but just a tad too aware of its own charm). The incidents are funny, frustrating, touching... or just ordinary. All of it is told simply and skillfully. Just before sitting down to this post, I finished a particularly sad event, and it's going to take some courage to pick the book back up. But I have to, because I need to see how life moved on.
Darren has been reading parts to me at night while we're holding a sociable baby who won't go to sleep. It's comforting that there are still 400 pages to go, so we have many baby-holding nights covered.
**
Tip for Stupid Moms: Don't allow your 5-year-old and 4-year-old to cut cloth together unsupervised. In general, what happens is that the 5-year-old, who is wielding the scissors, misses the cloth in the 4-year-old's hands and gets his finger instead. Stuart saw the blood and absolutely freaked out. I'm not overly squeamish, but when it's your own child who is screaming, that child's blood that's dripping all over clothes and floor, and you don't know the extent of the injury (I searched feverishly for fingertips on the carpet), it's hard to maintain the Calm Strong Mother facade. Turned out to be a minor slice, nothing to worry about as long as it doesn't get infected... and as long as Stuart doesn't have to look at it. Addie told Stuart the next day, using their expression of the Ultimate Degree, "Stuart, I'm 100 sorry I cut your finger."
**
Tip for Thoughtless Couples: If you take your neighbors up on an offer to keep your kids, knowing that they'll be taking your kids back home for bedtime -- don't set the house alarm, to be triggered when the front door opens. Or if you do set it, don't leave said neighbor without the cancel code. Or if you do forget to give that to her, at least give her your cell phone number. If all that fails, thank the Good Lord that your neighbor has a great sense of humor. (Sorry, Nina!)
**
* Yeah, What They Said... Today while playing Bible Baseball with the kids at church, I asked the question, "Why did the Pharisees and other leaders criticize Jesus' choice of company?" While trying to coax the answer out of them, I said something about Jesus attending a party. "Are you telling me Jesus was a party animal?" Kara exclaimed.
"Well, he drank wine and danced," I replied. (I assume he danced, anyway.)
"WHAT?!" they yelped. And then reported to the congregation afterward that Miss Sara said that Jesus was a drunk.
Interestingly, that's what the Pharisees said about Him, too.
**
Jesus the Troublemaker... In a related thought, it's funny that the young people would find this image of Jesus shocking. Somehow we all come up with an idea of Jesus strolling through the countryside, talking in modulated tones about gentleness and love, and occasionally enduring unwarranted attacks from rabidly jealous Pharisees. A couple of times He lashed out, but mostly He was solemn and aloof.
I read through the Gospels a year or so ago, and discovered something different. Who knows what tone of voice that Jesus spoke in, but His words certainly weren't calculated to spread peace and light. He went around deliberately stirring things up, deliberately needling the Pharisees. (Not just the time He called them hypocrites. Jesus was always causing trouble.) And Jesus never answers a direct question. I got the impression that the disciples spent a lot of their time sneaking sideways looks at each other. ("Did John get that? Because I didn't. Maybe Nathanael understood Him... no, he looks as lost as I am.") My admiration for this Man increased greatly. So did, incidentally, my sympathy for the Pharisees arrayed against Him.
**
Yea or Nay?... Kristen R. and I recently discussed the name Millicent. We agreed that we liked it quite a bit. We mentioned it to our husbands. The husbands hated it quite a bit. What's your opinion?
-- SJ
It's about a young Welsh man, fresh from the horrors of WWI, who takes a position as schoolmaster at an English boys' school. I'm hardly a fourth of the way through it, and have fallen in love with it. What happens? Oh, everything and nothing. The author is superb at drawing familiar characters, not self-consciously "colorful" ones (see: the Mitford series, which is enjoyable but just a tad too aware of its own charm). The incidents are funny, frustrating, touching... or just ordinary. All of it is told simply and skillfully. Just before sitting down to this post, I finished a particularly sad event, and it's going to take some courage to pick the book back up. But I have to, because I need to see how life moved on.
Darren has been reading parts to me at night while we're holding a sociable baby who won't go to sleep. It's comforting that there are still 400 pages to go, so we have many baby-holding nights covered.
**
Tip for Stupid Moms: Don't allow your 5-year-old and 4-year-old to cut cloth together unsupervised. In general, what happens is that the 5-year-old, who is wielding the scissors, misses the cloth in the 4-year-old's hands and gets his finger instead. Stuart saw the blood and absolutely freaked out. I'm not overly squeamish, but when it's your own child who is screaming, that child's blood that's dripping all over clothes and floor, and you don't know the extent of the injury (I searched feverishly for fingertips on the carpet), it's hard to maintain the Calm Strong Mother facade. Turned out to be a minor slice, nothing to worry about as long as it doesn't get infected... and as long as Stuart doesn't have to look at it. Addie told Stuart the next day, using their expression of the Ultimate Degree, "Stuart, I'm 100 sorry I cut your finger."
**
Tip for Thoughtless Couples: If you take your neighbors up on an offer to keep your kids, knowing that they'll be taking your kids back home for bedtime -- don't set the house alarm, to be triggered when the front door opens. Or if you do set it, don't leave said neighbor without the cancel code. Or if you do forget to give that to her, at least give her your cell phone number. If all that fails, thank the Good Lord that your neighbor has a great sense of humor. (Sorry, Nina!)
**
* Yeah, What They Said... Today while playing Bible Baseball with the kids at church, I asked the question, "Why did the Pharisees and other leaders criticize Jesus' choice of company?" While trying to coax the answer out of them, I said something about Jesus attending a party. "Are you telling me Jesus was a party animal?" Kara exclaimed.
"Well, he drank wine and danced," I replied. (I assume he danced, anyway.)
"WHAT?!" they yelped. And then reported to the congregation afterward that Miss Sara said that Jesus was a drunk.
Interestingly, that's what the Pharisees said about Him, too.
**
Jesus the Troublemaker... In a related thought, it's funny that the young people would find this image of Jesus shocking. Somehow we all come up with an idea of Jesus strolling through the countryside, talking in modulated tones about gentleness and love, and occasionally enduring unwarranted attacks from rabidly jealous Pharisees. A couple of times He lashed out, but mostly He was solemn and aloof.
I read through the Gospels a year or so ago, and discovered something different. Who knows what tone of voice that Jesus spoke in, but His words certainly weren't calculated to spread peace and light. He went around deliberately stirring things up, deliberately needling the Pharisees. (Not just the time He called them hypocrites. Jesus was always causing trouble.) And Jesus never answers a direct question. I got the impression that the disciples spent a lot of their time sneaking sideways looks at each other. ("Did John get that? Because I didn't. Maybe Nathanael understood Him... no, he looks as lost as I am.") My admiration for this Man increased greatly. So did, incidentally, my sympathy for the Pharisees arrayed against Him.
**
Yea or Nay?... Kristen R. and I recently discussed the name Millicent. We agreed that we liked it quite a bit. We mentioned it to our husbands. The husbands hated it quite a bit. What's your opinion?
-- SJ
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Many Happy Returns of the Day!
Today, Sara turns 30. God has blessed me with her companionship and love for almost 7 years of that time, and I love her more every day.
We met when she was an intern here at HSLDA 10 years ago. Neither of us can remember the first time we actually met, but we really got to know each other at the game nights on Saturdays that the Halls hosted. I can remember discussing books with her, because we both like Jane Austen. Although I liked her, what really sealed my interest was the time she came by my office and dropped off a Trivial Pursuit card – with the answers whited out. A girl after my own heart.
Our favorite Christmas present this year, I think, was a book of 10,000 trivia questions given to us by Lindsay. We take turns at night, one of us holding the baby and the other one reading questions.
Sara is my best friend, and I can’t wait to get home to her. Work is not where I want to be when there’s a birthday to celebrate!
--DJ
We met when she was an intern here at HSLDA 10 years ago. Neither of us can remember the first time we actually met, but we really got to know each other at the game nights on Saturdays that the Halls hosted. I can remember discussing books with her, because we both like Jane Austen. Although I liked her, what really sealed my interest was the time she came by my office and dropped off a Trivial Pursuit card – with the answers whited out. A girl after my own heart.
Our favorite Christmas present this year, I think, was a book of 10,000 trivia questions given to us by Lindsay. We take turns at night, one of us holding the baby and the other one reading questions.
Sara is my best friend, and I can’t wait to get home to her. Work is not where I want to be when there’s a birthday to celebrate!
--DJ
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Scavenger Fun
The midwinter blues are upon us. Everybody seems to be out of sorts, bored, and overwhelmed by Life. We need something fun to do. So the Joneses are inviting everyone to play a game!
It requires no travel, money, or physical activity to join in. It builds community! It's educational! And it's not even a Trivia Game! Wow! What could it possibly be except...
!!!A Blog Scavenger Hunt!!!
(Phew, that's a lot of enthusiasm to drum up in the middle of January.)
Here's how you play:
Below is a list of 13 items. (13 seems to suit the midwinter mood.) Your job is to read through your favorite blogs and find a mention of each item. For instance, "tooth." You could find a post about teeth, or a mention of a baby's first tooth, a phrase that includes the word "tooth," or a picture of a tooth (who takes pictures of their teeth to post on a blog?!). Cut-and-paste a short exerpt that includes "tooth" and add it to your list. Move on. Repeat.
(Please include a link with each item. However, except for pictures, don't post only a link. We have dial-up and tracking down links is a headache.)
Once you've found all of the items, post the list on your blog and let us know in our comments section.
If you are one of those lost souls who does not have a blog, you have two options. A. You can post your list in our comments section, but I think that means you can't use any pictures; B.You can mail us the completed list. Also include a postcard for extra bribe points.
Deadline is January 31.
How to win: The most creative and varied list of 13 items, submitted or postmarked by January 31, will win the prize. (Prize? There's a prize? Yes, indeed. Keep reading. We want to make sure you get through all the rules first.) Since we made up the game, we are the Supreme and Final Judges of what is creative, varied, and eligible.
More fiddlely rules:
1. No using Google or any other search engine to find your items. It has to come from a blog that you've visited within the last two months.
2. It doesn't matter how long ago the item was posted.
3. You're allowed up to 3 pictures.
4. You can use your own blog for up to 2 items.
5. You can use the same blog for up to 3 different items.
6. If you link to a video, make it a short one. We have dial-up, remember.
And now for the prize...
The person who submits the most creative, most varied, and most complete list by the deadline will receive....
A $20 gift certificate to the restaurant of your choice!
And also personal mention on our blog, which is pretty much all you could ask for.
Smaller prizes will be awarded for:
* After the winner, the first three to complete their lists
* A particularly creative or funny item
The scavenger list follows. Happy Hunting!
* A Shoe
* A Tooth
* An Odd Name
* A Car (fancier the better)
* A Frightful Dilemma
* A Discussion of Childbirth
* A Theological Discussion/Debate
* A Funny Line, Joke, or Short Post
* A Train (the engine and cars kind)
* A Hairbrush
* An appeal for money
* A Hobby
* Green
It requires no travel, money, or physical activity to join in. It builds community! It's educational! And it's not even a Trivia Game! Wow! What could it possibly be except...
!!!A Blog Scavenger Hunt!!!
(Phew, that's a lot of enthusiasm to drum up in the middle of January.)
Here's how you play:
Below is a list of 13 items. (13 seems to suit the midwinter mood.) Your job is to read through your favorite blogs and find a mention of each item. For instance, "tooth." You could find a post about teeth, or a mention of a baby's first tooth, a phrase that includes the word "tooth," or a picture of a tooth (who takes pictures of their teeth to post on a blog?!). Cut-and-paste a short exerpt that includes "tooth" and add it to your list. Move on. Repeat.
(Please include a link with each item. However, except for pictures, don't post only a link. We have dial-up and tracking down links is a headache.)
Once you've found all of the items, post the list on your blog and let us know in our comments section.
If you are one of those lost souls who does not have a blog, you have two options. A. You can post your list in our comments section, but I think that means you can't use any pictures; B.You can mail us the completed list. Also include a postcard for extra bribe points.
Deadline is January 31.
How to win: The most creative and varied list of 13 items, submitted or postmarked by January 31, will win the prize. (Prize? There's a prize? Yes, indeed. Keep reading. We want to make sure you get through all the rules first.) Since we made up the game, we are the Supreme and Final Judges of what is creative, varied, and eligible.
More fiddlely rules:
1. No using Google or any other search engine to find your items. It has to come from a blog that you've visited within the last two months.
2. It doesn't matter how long ago the item was posted.
3. You're allowed up to 3 pictures.
4. You can use your own blog for up to 2 items.
5. You can use the same blog for up to 3 different items.
6. If you link to a video, make it a short one. We have dial-up, remember.
And now for the prize...
The person who submits the most creative, most varied, and most complete list by the deadline will receive....
A $20 gift certificate to the restaurant of your choice!
And also personal mention on our blog, which is pretty much all you could ask for.
Smaller prizes will be awarded for:
* After the winner, the first three to complete their lists
* A particularly creative or funny item
The scavenger list follows. Happy Hunting!
* A Shoe
* A Tooth
* An Odd Name
* A Car (fancier the better)
* A Frightful Dilemma
* A Discussion of Childbirth
* A Theological Discussion/Debate
* A Funny Line, Joke, or Short Post
* A Train (the engine and cars kind)
* A Hairbrush
* An appeal for money
* A Hobby
* Green
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Trading Books
A Severe Mercy, by Sheldon Van Auken, is a deeply emotional, stirring account of an idealistic and irritating couple who are entirely too enamored of their own deep and stirring emotions. That was my opinion the first time I tried to read it. My opinion the second time I tried to read it was exactly the same. I've never got more than halfway through it, and the possibility that I'll ever finish it is pretty much nonexistent. I mention it, however, because of one part that particularly annoyed me: in order to know one another thoroughly and completely, the couple not only reads the same books, but they go back and try to read everything the other has ever loved.
I ask you: can you and your loved one honestly do this?
There are some books that Darren and I both enjoy: A Little Princess; the Narnia books; Harry Potter; Jane Austen; Patrick McManus and Dave Barry. Mostly, though, Darren's books drive me crazy, and my books bore him. My friend Kristen agreed: she and her husband exchanged book lists while dating early on. She says it was a disaster, and she's surprised they didn't break up over it. Exactly. After Darren failed to finish a few of my recommendations, and after I read two of his and savaged them afterward, we've pretty much agreed to stick to our former policy of reading our own books and sharing exerpts from them.
His latest reads include: In Fury Born by David Webber, a sci-fi action book; the Star Wars X-Wing series by Michael Stackpole; The Temple by George Herbert, 16th century religious poetry.
My latest reads include: Silent Stars, about the forgotten actors and actresses who were big names before the "talking pictures" came to Hollywood; and Rasputin, the Saint Who Sinned, about the strange peasant "holy man" who exerted the force of a cult leader on the last tsar and tsarina of Russia.
(Notice that Darren's list comprises at least seven titles, while mine of the same time period includes only two. This difference highlights a further obstacle to our exchanging book lists.)
If you read Star Wars books for fun, can you really absorb yourself in a nonfiction account of Russian politics and society in the early 1900s? If you are fascinated by long-forgotten movie stars, are you going to curl up happily with military sci-fi? Not in this marriage, we don't.
However, we like each other's interests in small doses. So we read out funny bits, or interesting passages, or information that just might come in handy the next time we play a game of Trivial Pursuit. Doubtless our love would appear pale and shallow to deeply and stirringly emotional people, but at least we're happy.
Darren, by the way, loves A Severe Mercy.
-- SJ
I ask you: can you and your loved one honestly do this?
There are some books that Darren and I both enjoy: A Little Princess; the Narnia books; Harry Potter; Jane Austen; Patrick McManus and Dave Barry. Mostly, though, Darren's books drive me crazy, and my books bore him. My friend Kristen agreed: she and her husband exchanged book lists while dating early on. She says it was a disaster, and she's surprised they didn't break up over it. Exactly. After Darren failed to finish a few of my recommendations, and after I read two of his and savaged them afterward, we've pretty much agreed to stick to our former policy of reading our own books and sharing exerpts from them.
His latest reads include: In Fury Born by David Webber, a sci-fi action book; the Star Wars X-Wing series by Michael Stackpole; The Temple by George Herbert, 16th century religious poetry.
My latest reads include: Silent Stars, about the forgotten actors and actresses who were big names before the "talking pictures" came to Hollywood; and Rasputin, the Saint Who Sinned, about the strange peasant "holy man" who exerted the force of a cult leader on the last tsar and tsarina of Russia.
(Notice that Darren's list comprises at least seven titles, while mine of the same time period includes only two. This difference highlights a further obstacle to our exchanging book lists.)
If you read Star Wars books for fun, can you really absorb yourself in a nonfiction account of Russian politics and society in the early 1900s? If you are fascinated by long-forgotten movie stars, are you going to curl up happily with military sci-fi? Not in this marriage, we don't.
However, we like each other's interests in small doses. So we read out funny bits, or interesting passages, or information that just might come in handy the next time we play a game of Trivial Pursuit. Doubtless our love would appear pale and shallow to deeply and stirringly emotional people, but at least we're happy.
Darren, by the way, loves A Severe Mercy.
-- SJ
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Postcards, The Continuing Story
Since I haven't shut down my blog, you may have guess that I received the minimum required postcards. Note that I didn't say "enough" postcards. I've so enjoyed getting them that I'm in no hurry to close out the opportunity. So YOU TOO can STILL send me a POSTCARD! ACT TODAY!!!
Meanwhile, I've got a fine collection.
San Francisco -- Angel T. Beautiful cards!
New Hampshire -- Lindsay J. Thanks especially for the Man in the Mountain, so Darren can whimper in its direction every now and then.
Georgia -- Ellie P. Ah, magnolia! Part of my youth. They're scarce up here.
New Hampshire -- Kristen R. Have to have the fall foliage!
Sea of Galilee!! -- Lisa A. All the way from Israel, no less!
New Hampshire -- Kristen R. Would love to see those waterfalls, except it would require hiking to them. Cards do just as well.
Aya Sophia, Turkey -- Dana R... L., I mean. They go to Istanbul for their honeymoon. What a run-of-the-mill couple.
New Hampshire -- Kristen R. 3 more. You get the award for Most Enthusiastic Postcarder.
Mt. Ranier, WA -- Rachelle R. Delivered in person, by far the best way to get them.
Maine -- Jeff & Jen W. Nice addition to the Christmas card, thank you!
Nova Scotia -- my wonderful in-laws. Wish it had been you instead, but thanks for the card!
The Scratching Post, Lucedale -- leftover from my tea shop days in Mississippi. Yes, there really is (or was) a scratch-your-back scratching post on Main Street.
Obviously there's a dominate theme here. Run your eyes down the list and notice what stands out. Yup, an overkill of the Middle East! Oh, and also a few from New Hampshire. In fact, I hesitate to point it out, but as it stands, my postcard wall display will be a tribute to THE NORTH. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course, it's just that.... that... it's THE NORTH. More magnolias would be nice. Or corn from the Midwest. How about prairie grass, Barbara?
Of course, it's not like I ever go out and buy postcards myself. So I understand that it's not something you do during a routine day. What you need to do is fix it in your brain anytime you see a postcard: Hey! I need to send one to Sara! She needs these!
Or remember this little ditty:
If I send Sara a postcard,
She'll stop eating biscuits made with lard.
I stopped eating biscuits made with lard years ago when my grandmother switched to shortening. But isn't it a striking thought? Don't you wish you didn't know that about me? Don't you want to send me a postcard?
Thanks much to all of you who have sent some, and to all of you who Really Do Intend to. I appreciate it all.
I just want more.
-- SJ
Meanwhile, I've got a fine collection.
San Francisco -- Angel T. Beautiful cards!
New Hampshire -- Lindsay J. Thanks especially for the Man in the Mountain, so Darren can whimper in its direction every now and then.
Georgia -- Ellie P. Ah, magnolia! Part of my youth. They're scarce up here.
New Hampshire -- Kristen R. Have to have the fall foliage!
Sea of Galilee!! -- Lisa A. All the way from Israel, no less!
New Hampshire -- Kristen R. Would love to see those waterfalls, except it would require hiking to them. Cards do just as well.
Aya Sophia, Turkey -- Dana R... L., I mean. They go to Istanbul for their honeymoon. What a run-of-the-mill couple.
New Hampshire -- Kristen R. 3 more. You get the award for Most Enthusiastic Postcarder.
Mt. Ranier, WA -- Rachelle R. Delivered in person, by far the best way to get them.
Maine -- Jeff & Jen W. Nice addition to the Christmas card, thank you!
Nova Scotia -- my wonderful in-laws. Wish it had been you instead, but thanks for the card!
The Scratching Post, Lucedale -- leftover from my tea shop days in Mississippi. Yes, there really is (or was) a scratch-your-back scratching post on Main Street.
Obviously there's a dominate theme here. Run your eyes down the list and notice what stands out. Yup, an overkill of the Middle East! Oh, and also a few from New Hampshire. In fact, I hesitate to point it out, but as it stands, my postcard wall display will be a tribute to THE NORTH. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course, it's just that.... that... it's THE NORTH. More magnolias would be nice. Or corn from the Midwest. How about prairie grass, Barbara?
Of course, it's not like I ever go out and buy postcards myself. So I understand that it's not something you do during a routine day. What you need to do is fix it in your brain anytime you see a postcard: Hey! I need to send one to Sara! She needs these!
Or remember this little ditty:
If I send Sara a postcard,
She'll stop eating biscuits made with lard.
I stopped eating biscuits made with lard years ago when my grandmother switched to shortening. But isn't it a striking thought? Don't you wish you didn't know that about me? Don't you want to send me a postcard?
Thanks much to all of you who have sent some, and to all of you who Really Do Intend to. I appreciate it all.
I just want more.
-- SJ
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Just A Lot of Cuteness
It was a rush of a visit and altogether too short, but Daphne and Kyrie had a chance to get acquainted.
-- SJ
Sunday, January 07, 2007
He Wants Out
There is a young couple with two very young children, not much money, and a lot of tension between them. The young husband finally gets to the end of his rope. It's too stressful, too much responsibility, too painful. He tells his young wife, "I want out."
Blame can be tossed liberally on both sides. But for a man -- no matter how young and pressured he is -- to walk out on his family is a scandal and a shame. Someone needs to tell him that he can't "get out."
Because while he's "getting out," is wife is still caring for two young children, still struggling to meet their needs by sacrificing her own. She doesn't get out. Not unless he's going to show up every evening for bedtime and bathtime, be there to help with discipline, and be available to play with energetic kids while she's cleaning the kitchen. Not unless he's going to help heal the gaping wound he's left in her spirit and his children's lives.
But he won't be there. He'll be out pursuing his career and pleasures, unencumbered by family worries. He'll pay child support, and consider his part done. Possibly he might look behind him occasionally and see his former wife sweating under work and children, lucky to afford her own place, and maybe even have enough time to read an email or two before collapsing into bed every night. And maybe he'll glance away again, relieved that his life is so much better now. Now that he got out.
-- SJ
Blame can be tossed liberally on both sides. But for a man -- no matter how young and pressured he is -- to walk out on his family is a scandal and a shame. Someone needs to tell him that he can't "get out."
Because while he's "getting out," is wife is still caring for two young children, still struggling to meet their needs by sacrificing her own. She doesn't get out. Not unless he's going to show up every evening for bedtime and bathtime, be there to help with discipline, and be available to play with energetic kids while she's cleaning the kitchen. Not unless he's going to help heal the gaping wound he's left in her spirit and his children's lives.
But he won't be there. He'll be out pursuing his career and pleasures, unencumbered by family worries. He'll pay child support, and consider his part done. Possibly he might look behind him occasionally and see his former wife sweating under work and children, lucky to afford her own place, and maybe even have enough time to read an email or two before collapsing into bed every night. And maybe he'll glance away again, relieved that his life is so much better now. Now that he got out.
-- SJ
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