put the lights on the tree

the lights are up. whoo. hoo.

sissy

sissy was our family dog. we got her when I was in 9th grade, maybe even before. She was very small. a miniature daschsund. she was a yappy little dog, and I admit I kept my distance from her at times. I remember thinking once how much of my life she had seen. She saw alot in her 17 years. she was a good dog. my grandmother (who is a legend all on her own) had adopted cissy this past year. she's been keeping watch over that little dog's soul for so many months- and today little cissy went to sleep. 17 years. that's quite a life for a such a little thing. I feel pretty sad, because its difficult to say goodbye. but then there's mary. my dear grandmother. I cannot tell you how much she reminds of that patty griffin song, also named "mary"...

"Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer
He flys right by and leaves a kiss upon her face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place"

When I spoke with my mary this morning, She cried. I asked what she was going to do today- that it was ok to be sad, you know. She said she was getting out soup cans. She was planning a thanksgiving meal. and then she needed to clean up the place.


on an unrelated note. it's old school R.E.M. day. I've been listening to this little jewel all day long. a little vintage comfort always helps the sadness go away.

b.jared photos

here goes.

sleepy dog

I know noone really cares about my little beast, but I love her and sometimes I let her sleep on the couch. It's like getting a free nite at the Ritz.