Saturday, January 02, 2010
all stories must come to an end at last
i am notorious for my post-holiday melancholy. i could feel it welling last night when i walked minnow around the block and saw all the christmas trees lying beside the street. they always make me think of the hans christian andersen story the fir tree, which i read to bean when she was three or four and which made her sob and sob. yes, it was one of the top five low moments in my parenting career (nothing can top the time i killed the gerbils, though).