An endnote & love song

 And if you were to leave me…

for my faults
I’d not defend my lameness, walking halt
and from my trust I would elide your
name, I would not do you wrong and speak of you
and (love) I’d not look at our friends who say you do
not merit me Your name was sweet and is no more
I will not speak of you
nor will I walk again where we once walked
I will not let my tongue evoke your name.
Your name will not be named by me, lest I profane
I will not name you.
 I will not speak (too much profane)
You gone, I could not love me more than you
and if you love me not at all I love me even less
But oh your name. It will not touch my mouth.

I will not (*      *) name you.

by Erín Moure

Source: an endnote and love song  


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A Ten-Month-Old’s Letter To Santa

Dear Santa,

     I am a ten-month-old baby and I write because my mother has been sending out my “Christmas List” to people, and her list does not in any way represent the things I really want.  I could give two s#ts about receiving stacking cups. And I know you’re ready to make the joke about ten month-old babies and how all we want is the wrapping paper and the boxes.  Touché, Santa.  Touché.   We do, of course, want those things.  But I have a number of additional things I want very badly. My list is enclosed below.  Have a lovely holiday.   -Ten Month-Old Baby

 This Laptop Cord

I want this laptop cord more than I have ever wanted anything.   Please.  I also want the power strip with the orange on/off button and the white label on the other cord pictured (the one not connected to the laptop).  I would be ok with just a bunch of electrical cords in general, but I would really love these specific ones that are located behind my mother’s desk next to the air-conditioner (whose cord I also want).

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 House Keys

I would love a set of house keys.  To eat, obviously.  Only metal house keys will do.  Please do not buy me plastic ones.  I am not an idiot.  I know that plastic house keys are not real keys.

See the rest of the pictures via the link below.  This a  a sweet article.

via A Ten-Month-Old’s Letter To Santa | The Ugly Volvo.

The Wreath

I flipped over the wreath…

I held in my hands to make sure the wire loop was secure but instead of hanging it, I thought about our home. It had plenty of room to raise a family, an office for me, fireplace and nice yard… it was a great. While we had it.

On the back of the wreath was the little tag my wife put on all our keepsakes so she’ll know when we got them. This one read: November 21, 2008. Not long ago but it seemed an eternity.

That was a good year. My job was going well and we bought a house. We had looked forward to that for so long. Dreaming of the day when we wouldn’t be jammed in a small apartment like we’d lived in since our marriage six years before. It had grown tinier with Anna’s birth almost on our first anniversary. We’d pushed to get the purchase closed so we could move in before Thanksgiving and celebrate in the first real home of our own. Diane insisted we stop after the closing to buy the perfect wreath she’d found to go over the fireplace mantle for the holidays. Seeing her so happy and excited made me smile. Read more