Drawing out and aggregating the musings, expressions, rants, drawings, textual weavings, and otherwise passionate craftings of and between four not-ficticious, not-so-little women.
And their momma.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Aimee and Spencer
They went on a Big trip for Aimee's birthday this year. And they came back engaged! here is the email! Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 10:00:35 -0800 From: aimeerickmansemail@yahoo.com Subject: Hello from the islands! To: ehrickman@yahoo.com; jacquebleu@yahoo.com; margaretrickman@hotmail.com
Hey all.
Hope everyone had a nice new years, and break, and that the baby is coming along nicely. Wanted to let you know that, following a whirlwind of awesomeness in Chicago with Meg and Charlie on my birthday night, then onto NY and Becquai (in the Grenadines), Spence and I just arrived in Barbados last night. We went surfing this afternoon and we are on our way to find lunck, and we are engaged! Yay!
A new addition to the family! And as a bonus, Beth has a new last name, too! Demaria, after dad's mom. Her maiden name.
Trixie Stardust DeMaria
She was born at Sutter Maternity Hospital in Santa Cruz on Saturday, January 21, 2012 at 9:40am. She weighed 8lbs 9oz and was 21" long.
A live video on 1/22/12
And a poem about Xanadu XanaduKubla KhanIn Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:... Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea.So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round:And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!A savage place! as holy and enchantedAs e'er beneath a waning moon was hauntedBy woman wailing for her demon-lover!And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,A mighty fountain momently was forced:Amid whose swift half-intermitted burstHuge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and everIt flung up momently the sacred river.Five miles meandering with a mazy motionThrough wood and dale the sacred river ran,Then reached the caverns measureless to man,And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from farAncestral voices prophesying war!The shadow of the dome of pleasureFloated midway on the waves;Where was heard the mingled measureFrom the fountain and the caves.It was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw:It was an Abyssinian maid,And on her dulcimer she played,Singing of Mount Abora.Could I revive within meHer symphony and song,To such a deep delight 'twould win meThat with music loud and longI would build that dome in air,That sunny dome! those caves of ice!And all who heard should see them there,And all should cry, Beware! Beware!His flashing eyes, his floating hair!Weave a circle round him thrice,And close your eyes with holy dread,For he on honey-dew hath fedAnd drunk the milk of Paradise.
