A quiet evening for Amy and I. As usual we won’t stay up. But just happy for the 2 of us to be together. Reading, watching TV, finishing a jigsaw puzzle.
The simple things.
It’s all I want.
A simple, quiet, peaceful life.
I’m so lucky to have Amy right beside me.
30 years now.
Starting another new year together. ❤️🌈
We finally felt the time was right for us. We adopted a senior cat whose person had to go into a nursing home. We hope we can make her happy. She is adorable and we are both feeling grateful
Then we went to see Allison Russell in concert last night. A beautiful, awesome show.
Tired but grateful this morning.
Why do people put up huge Halloween decorations and then not give out candy for Halloween?
That doesn’t make sense to me.
Anyway. No costume for me. I always have a mask on.
Some recent pictures.
I thought I would work my way through some of my mom’s recipes.
Yesterday, I made simple marinara sauce, the way she always made it.
Naturally, it didn’t come out right, or taste as good.
I wonder if that will ever change?
Will I always notice the difference?
In her later years, when she really couldn’t cook anymore.
She just sat there while I started the sauce.
And it was good.
I think I just need her sitting there with me.
“In life don’t force anyone to talk to you… And don’t neglect anyone who always wants to talk to you”
—Asmita
I saw this quote today and it reminded me.
Life is a circle.
As humans, we are not all in the same place in our lives, on the same wavelength all at the same time.
Not often.
I’ve spent my life taking care of others.
Worrying about others.
Not spending any quality time to grow friendships.
And now.
Now I have time for myself
But everyone else has moved on.
I guess the moral of the story is to make time in your life to develop life long friendships.
Don’t miss the chance when you have it.
Because the circle closes and you’re not in it.
I’ve built walls around myself and no one is knocking…
Going to look for a new book to read…
Some time at the beach today. Sitting alone on a bench. Seems weird.I don’t know if I feel peace or if I feel alone…..?
We have instructions and a map buried in our hearts when we enter this world.
—JOY HARJO
I’m writing thank you notes from my Mothers funeral.
I find I can’t put into words…what I want to say.
Why do I think I can write a blog?
But life goes on.
I don’t know what to do with myself.
I miss calling her at my usual times every day.
I catch myself, looking at the clock.
Time to call.
No. It isn’t and it won’t be again.
How to come to terms with that?
She loved red roses.
I’m not sure how to let my feelings out.
Everyday, when I wake up, I have a minute of not remembering and then it dawns on me.
My mother died.
Every. Single. Day.
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