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This birthday is my first without Daddy. And so this post today, because I want these words out of my head and heart, before they overwhelm me. Dad & I have birthdays immediately following each other (the 25th & 26th.) All my birthday memories are inextricably linked with him. Him being indulgent with his firstborn. Him holding me close and sharing his cake with me as I grew. Him taking care of me and letting me crawl into his lap to say our prayers on cold mornings in our small drafty house. Him being patient with me during my crazy headed years. And always waiting for me, for our shared birthday cake. Me loving the fact that I could share my cake with him as I grew. That I could take care of him, like he did me. That I was a sterner dad to him, than he ever was to me. ...

The new table goes on for miles and miles :) Thank you mummy! From me and my broken back :)

Mothers yielding Bibles, contemplating smearing the blood of lamb chops over her doorway. Anything to keep her son alive another day. — Antonia Perdu

In geometry, a cupola is a solid formed by joining two polygons, one (the base) with twice as many edges as the other, by an alternating band of isosceles triangles and rectangles. Well … sod that. In real life, a cupola is sheer poetry!

“Burn old logs. Drink old wine. Read old books. Keep old friends.” — El Sabio Also, travel and visit old towns and listen to the classics! — Me

“Have you also learned that secret from the river; that there is no such thing as time? #####That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future.” — Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha ...