it's the day. as is my tradition, i will update this thread for anyone not able to see it on FB.
my message never varies all that much, becuz it is THE message, as far as i'm concerned:
'the day comes round again. happy birthday to elizabeth erin my beezle, on this, what would've been her 26th birthday. y'all know what it means. go forth and spread the spirit of beezledom. love on yer local artists (including yerself). blare some cocteaus. hug yer people and tell them you love them. roll around in fall leaves. if you don't have fall leaves, go for the getting of grass stains. life truly is short, but wherever that finish line is for any of us, love and art, like beezlery, is long.'
my rolling scroll on FB is a mix of old pics and new, tracks, art, people talkin. i know i have already posted many of the old pics here (not that i am extraordinarily good at keeping track in my dotage), so i'll post some of the new picks here with the FB commentary.
not at all excited about christmas/excited about christmas (although that santa has a suspiciously red nose. and sumthin is up with his mouth, like he's been smokin soot.)
the beezle, attila and jack the very wiiiide hound. or as my sister would call it, the "prosperous" hound.
i probably have a hundred pics of her sleeping. she was a big sleeper, long before she met reap, who sleeps 27 hours a day.
phone joy. often, she directed this phone joy at me, her madre, by calling me from a sushi place (i hate it and only eat my seafood cooked), just so she could make various glubglub noises into the phone, or sing fish heads.
::smack::