What's the opposite of "diplomatic"?

I suppose...I must be super non-threatening that Celao feels comfortable committing... pronunciation errors.
*sigh*

Thanksgiving

While waiting for dinner tonight...

The world according to Tevan is absolutely delightful!

Locked in my own perspective...

Once I got past my self-pity trip, I have to admit that yes she was darn cute, my pretty Sophie-bee, all autumn incarnation!

Edible dissonance

Marcelo and I saw a bumper sticker the other day. There were super cute chibis of a cow, sheep, chicken and pig topped off with a scolding "DO YOU REALLY EAT THESE?"  I answered without thinking "All of the above" and Marcelo chuckled.
It reminded me of when I was a kid and I'd get attached to the animals on the ranch who often turned into food for our family. I struggled a little with some cognitive (or culinary?) dissonance ...but somehow quickly got over it.

Literary tragedy

This tragedy is seconded only by the time baby Tevan took several bites out of "Women Who Run With the Wolves"--not only where there teeth marks but quite a few of the pages pulped together, so there are parts of the book that are just no longer readable. *sad sigh*

Reimbursement for services rendered

It's been fading for a while now but there was a time when getting mentioned on Facebook was a greater prize than, say, a date to a movie.

Words to describe my feelings around death...

This came up in a conversation with my mom in August.  I struggled with my words and this is what came out.  A friend said that he felt like calling Ines to tell her about this great woman he knew who had just died...then he remembered that it was her.  Everyday, I have things running through my head that I'd like to bring up in conversation with her and get her opinion, but she's gone.  I'm grateful to have known Ines and to have had her for my comadre.

Oh, and the popsicles: that was the last thing we did together.  She brought over papaya popsicles and we enjoyed each other's company the night she left for a road trip.  I never had papaya ice cream before, but it has become a regular tradition around here since. *smile*

Parental inspriation

I would like to thank my dad for creative encouragement and for helping with finding an appropriate title. *smile*

We Got Lucky

Onions

Eleanor's Current RPM: 42

Eleanor's children send her spinning in her grave. Again. They were such decent, upstanding children, but oh my, see how low they have fallen--roller derby! And who could have foreseen that Nina would be such a bad influence?

Being Specific

From two consecutive conversations with Mama Jeanne and then Alicia--thank you, ladies.

We got a "dusting" (Becky is rolling her eyes and is detailing why 2.67 inches is not a dusting), recently, but nothing major. Universe, we I would like major. Snow. Now. Sometime within the next three months but not after April 1^st. With no casualties and the minimum of fender benders. Danke.

P.S. yes, Carl can get his determined self out of the ranch in just about anything under 3 ft. of snow. Determined, I tell you!

Recovering

What I mean to say by this is: thank god Christmas is over and we are headed into a new year. And I mean this in the most kindly-yet-glazed-over-still-recovering-from-Christmas sort of way.

Before this year closes, I want to thank my friends and family for their support and patience--very important since I've been a complete dingbat since I started the comic some three hundred and fifty something days ago. Special thanks to Celao for his particular close-to-home patience; Carl who offered me a monthly gig for extra practice; Alicia for technical advice and a life preserver in the sequential doldrums; Eliaz for helping me handle the multiple personality disorder known as Photoshop; and the lovely Harmonydawn for being my best friend and dispensing kick ass, sage spiritual advice and the best hugs ever.