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three months
isn’t this supposed to get easier? Whoever said that, lied. The meltdowns this week have been epic I finally got the “letters testamentary” in the mail from the court. I cried for at least 1/2 hour. Something so terribly final … Continue reading
Feeling like the weather
It’s a gloomy day today. Rain, thunderstorms, and the smoke from the Canadian wildfires are adding up to “let’s take a nap or read” for the afternoon. Reading may lead to inadvertent napping, by the way. My nieces were here … Continue reading
Signs, rings and baby deer
Yes, I’m aware they’re called fawns. I will continue to call them baby deer, the same way I call calves baby cows. π Last week I asked Mark to please send me a sign and to please make it something … Continue reading
Heaven is waiting
The Bear is going home. The battle is almost over, the party is being prepared in Heaven. The Princess is broken and filled with grief – and gratitude, for 20 years of love and caring. Was it always easy? No, … Continue reading
And now we fight
It’s been a roller coaster, my life has, since last September. FIrst, my adult nephew ran away from home because his soon to be ex wife is, and I mean this with all my heart, bat shit crazy. We’re talking … Continue reading
We need a what?
A couple of weeks ago, I was merrily doing laundry – yes, laundry makes me happy – till I have to drag it upstairs to put it away, that is.βThere’s something very satisfying about taking a pile of dirty clothes … Continue reading
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How do you define “Cluster***k?”
Today was not Monday but it should have been. We got up to the phone ringing – my brother in law had taken his car in for inspection and it needed a ball joint. I think I need a few … Continue reading
Letters
I miss letters. I miss writing long, chatty letters to people. When I was a kid, my two best friends left me behind as they were sent off to boarding school. (I had wealthy friends). They were at different schools … Continue reading
The sound of scissors
Which is nothing like the sound of silence. When I was a wee one, many centuries ago, I would sit on my mother’s lap when she was sewing, and when she was cutting fabric, and pretty much any time she … Continue reading
How can you mend a broken hand?
So yesterday, while meandering along on our second walk, I stopped paying attention to my feet and managed to step off the sidewalk, turn my foot weird and fall on my ass. Or my hand. And my hip. A very … Continue reading