Alison Hodgson

Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.

A Fish Called Donald

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On Halloween, Christopher won a fish and named him Donald. He died this evening. As you can imagine we are all very sad and Christopher is heartbroken. He would like to say a few things here about his fish.

“Donald was a great fish. I know he was a cute guy but the time had come for him to die. I used to tease him but now I didn’t since he died. And to Uncle Nathan and Uncle Tanner, I wanted Donald to live until Christmas so I could show you my fish. He was a kind of an amusing guy when I would watch him swim around and I would often blow bubbles in his tank with a small tube. I know I am very heartbroken to say that Donald has died.”

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SOME of you haven’t been posting very much and YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

I realize I’m right there with you, but I’ve been tired, Baby. I’m typing this from bed. If I could get someone to brush my teeth I would just pass out.

I have a rash.

That always clears the room.

I just discovered it on Friday. It’s almost rings my neck. I keep trying to remember making a poison ivy scarf. No recollection, Senator. Have been applying salve semi-religiously. Paul helps me. At times being a human is so humbling…

We are still alive, just itchy and tired.

Will try to get good rest.

Remind me to tell you about the epiphany I had at the writer’s conference about Joseph, Mary, Jesus, God the Father, Paul, Christopher and me.

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I love this picture of Christopher. It was taken when Paul was in Taiwan last month. Almost every night Christopher slept on the floor at the foot of my bed, “So that you can have company.” The girls would get up in the morning, come into my room and wake him up too. They would climb in with me and we would talk together before getting up.

My window faces east so I get that soft and lovely morning light. When my kids are lit by it with their faces crushed and their hair all tousled from sleep I almost can’t take their beauty. I wish I could see them like that all day.

I hesitated to post this before because I don’t like the way I look in it, but I’m at a point that I don’t want to hold back sharing my kids’ beauty because it might reveal my awkwardness or what I consider my own ugliness.

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Three Things Thursday

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*LATE EDITION *

Three wondrous things that Christopher said this week:

1. “Mom, thank you for teaching me to talk and read.” (Tuesday, while sitting in the gazebo doing math.)

2. “Thanks for homeschooling me, Mom.” (Thursday, while walking to put away a book.)

3. “My mother, who works so hard for me and does so many things that I forget to thank her for, and to whom I promise to do whatever chores need to be done and I won’t even whine.”

(Thursday afternoon while sitting at the island reading his MUSE magazine. He was answering the question in a money quiz: “If I were designing a new dollar bill and could put a portrait on it, I would choose…

a. My dog.
b. My hamster.
c. My mother, who works so hard…
d. Me.
e. Oh, all RIGHT. My Mother.

He had circled “d”, only to erase it and circle “c”, he later erased that and finally settled on “a”, which I can’t dispute.)