Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Thursday, January 27
ICICLE STORE
Just the other day Peter called to me to come out on the front porch. He has been harvesting icicles and had laid them out temptingly on our bench. "Come see my Icicle Store!" he called. I was charmed, but wasn't allowed to buy one. "You'll just take it inside and it'll melt." So the icicle store has become an icicle museum. It is interesting to examine these ice stalactites when they are safely horizontal instead of vertical and in danger of putting your eye out at any minute.A common refrain of my childhood: "Ho ho ho, you'll put your eye out, kid!" I have restrained myself from saying these words to Peter in the interests of scientific discovery and icicle research.
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