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Sep. 29th, 2007 01:17 pmI'm ready for good news now, dammit.
Memories of
maestrateresa, mostly muddled:
We either met her through Crosston or the house that is now Sippel. I don't remember. It was a long time ago.
The few times we camped with Crosston, she was up early on Sunday cooking bacon. Lots of bacon.
cvirtue and I did dishes. We all talked.
"Spiwit. Bwavado. Dewwing-do."
Watching her in the face of continued adversity, and being determined to not buckle.
Raising two children to become adults.
Flirting with her onstage with Bonefinder.
Her humor. I don't remember whose idea it was to name our camping group the Company of St. Teresa (patron saint of replacement body parts) - I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine. She loved the idea.
I didn't want to be the Company of St. Teresa of Blessed Memory, dammit.
Memories of
We either met her through Crosston or the house that is now Sippel. I don't remember. It was a long time ago.
The few times we camped with Crosston, she was up early on Sunday cooking bacon. Lots of bacon.
"Spiwit. Bwavado. Dewwing-do."
Watching her in the face of continued adversity, and being determined to not buckle.
Raising two children to become adults.
Flirting with her onstage with Bonefinder.
Her humor. I don't remember whose idea it was to name our camping group the Company of St. Teresa (patron saint of replacement body parts) - I'm pretty sure it wasn't mine. She loved the idea.
I didn't want to be the Company of St. Teresa of Blessed Memory, dammit.
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Date: 2007-09-30 05:07 am (UTC)