Without boring you with the details why we’re homeless, we’re homeless, but not without a place to stay. We (myself, husband, three children, pit bull, two cats, a beta fish, and a load of material possessions–seriously, why do we have all of this crap–) have ended up on the Mississippi at my in-laws. And while I do desire to be in my own place, I can’t say I hate it here. It’s the Mississippi River. I wake up to this view. For the month or so that we are here I’m going to dig up all of the Mississppi River songs I can…starting with a favorite:

Back Around Again

It has been a while. A long while. But I have come back around again. Here are a few of the things I’ve been up to while out of sight…
apolarbearhatA hat. Polar bear variety.
acleoflamingoOne of five flamingo costumes.
aethanpaintingA painting of my little brother.
anecklaceA necklace.
anothernecklaceAnd another necklace.
ablanketA baby blanket for a brand new baby.

Band-aid Directive

I probably use one or two band-aids a week. Pretty band-aid + Neosporin = quick way to feel better.


I was thinking the other day that the simple act of picking out a band-aid, pulling it out of it’s sleeve, slapping it on—almost a ceremony—leaves me feeling better. And there’s a knowing. I know if I have a cut on my finger that as soon as I put a band-aid on I will feel better. And sometimes I’ll go all day without one, but I’ll look at the little cut when it catches my attention, and wonder why I haven’t gone and put on a band-aid.
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