flightless hag

A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

October 23, 2006

It’s All In The Arm

Genetics are a funny thing. Stinky is shaped like Dad, but he’s got the eyes of birdwoman. (I’ve never known quite how expressive and mean they can be! Yikes!). Moth has the shape of my family, but his Daddy’s expressions (and dimples. Unlike Daddy, however, Tim smiles so much that the dimples are quite evident.)

One thing Tim got, though, came from my Grandma Harvey. When he walks, his left arm swings with purpose. Doesn’t matter if he’s walking fast or slow, that arm is pumping away. Just like my grandma.

So now I’m wondering what else I could see, could I remember my grandparents. Would there be some Grandpa Hewitt in Tim, or maybe some Grandpa Harvey in Sean? I wish I remembered them better, but perhaps I don’t need to. Perhaps they’re there, in me, in my brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews… They gave us what we need to go forward and live, remembering them by living well.

Whoa! Deep Thought! Must be all those lib arts classes I’m taking. No fear, it will be temporary, I’m sure!




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