Sunday, December 20, 2009
I'm stealing this phrase from a fellow blogger who also has taken a long break from her blog:
"Is it just me or does the first blog post following a long break require all kinds of painful thinking, rethinking, writing, rewriting, and then a final oh-well-ing?"
Thanks, Cathy, that's totally how I'm feeling!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
"Now to find his aunt Lovie a birthday present so he could ask her a few questions. The gift was necessary. Among Hayeses, present-giving was both incessant and evanescent;
mounds of gifts were exchanged on every known ceremonial occasion, and it had long been clear to Raleigh that the contents mattered less than the ritual of (sloppily) wrapping and (rapidly) unwrapping as
many little surprise packages as possible.
His daughters, genetically infected, were always disappointed when on their birthday he presented each of them with "one really nice thing." In the continual family potlatch, merchandise rotated, season to season, Hayes to Hayes, without memory, as handy objects lying about junk-jammed houses were offered up, with bright paper slapped round them as "little surprises."
For Valentine's Day, Reba was likely to give Lovie the same brass figurine of an elf under a toadstool that Little Em had given Reba for passing her realtor's exam. There was no true Hayes who would not rather open a surprise grabbing of junk than dollar bills wrapped in wax paper. "