As much as I love the name Jezebel. Really really love the name Jezebel, it just wasn’t sticking.
The rats are officially named: Dinah (Dee-nah) and Ingrid.
Dinah is feisty and protective of Ingrid. Ingrid is fearful and hides in a corner most of the day.
…do I have to tell the story of a thousand rainy days since we first met? I have a big enough umbrella but its always me that ends up getting wet…
I haven’t blogged in a long time. Mostly because I don’t know what to say about my life. Its one of those times when words just aren’t what matters. More like life is just happening. And no matter what I say about it, it will keep happening. I’d love to be more eloquent about this. But its not going to happen.
I don’t want to have it all together.
On the other hand, I now share my apartment with not just Candace, but also Dinah and Jezebel. They are baby rats. And they are very fearful.
I did laundry today and I have the bruises to prove it.
I really love my grandmother. She is the quintessence of the idea that “love never fails”. The best words to describe her would be unconditional and faithful.
I’m sitting in a fig tree and I’m running out of time before the figs go bad. But just because I’m sitting in a fig tree doesn’t mean its fig season or that I really want a fig. Maybe I just wanted to sit in a tree.
The Bell Jar
