Snow days still astound me. Strangely as I should be used to them by now. But the world, or my world, shutting down due to weather is interesting. Because it means all plans are out the window. Not that I had that many plans for the day. But what I did have. Didn’t happen. Because … More some days are snow days
My forte this week is not sleeping. Friday morning, 3am, awake. Anxious with nothing exact to pin the anxiety to. Except uncertainty? Lots of “I wonder(s)”… This previous Sunday was unexpected. An opportunity to hear my son play his guitar and his girlfriend sing. So I took advantage, as this is a rarity. A church … More here to hear
I’m reminded experiences matter. Often, at least to me, more so than actual, physical things. Time with someone I care about. Time spent alone which enables me to process and grow. While I’m thankful, grateful, whatever word one might choose…for my house, car, shoes, food. Thankful for specific people who are much more important, obviously … More brevity matters not…sometimes
Dressed in an odd assortment of non-matching attire, including my Dodgers cap, I left my house today to run errands. Post office followed by YMCA. Meaning I needed to wear gym clothes. I decided to take some photos at a spot I remember being quite scenic last year, as related to this particular season. So … More journey
I wrote this on Sunday. Just got around to posting today… This past week was a week. As in rather trying. Emotions and words and faces. Joys. Hopes. Memories. Voices. Smiles. Hugs. Thank yous. I’m sorries. I got up Wednesday morning feeling physically worse than I have in a long, long time. Headache. Emotionally drained. … More thoughts on the week
I recently spent nearly a week in Boston. Then took a quick jaunt to Manhattan. By quick jaunt I mean I was there less than twenty four hours. I enjoy cities. This was my first time to visit Boston, and I liked it. Look forward to going back. I have now been to NYC four … More exp…
I enjoy growing things. As in plants. I am not exactly a crazy plant lady at this point in my life. But I dabble. Not generally a fan of dabblers, I am hesitant to admit it. Yet I did, just a couple sentences back. I am a dabbler when it comes to growing plants, flowers, … More bloom
August marches on to a grand halt. Tomorrow is the end. And I have mixed feelings. I currently sit in a coffee shop. Pavement is the name. Located in Boston. It’s my third day in a row to sit here, in this very place. I have journaled. Thought. Talked a bit with my son. Drank … More halt
It’s not often I do this. But every once in a while, I become obsessed with some photo from the past or some card someone once gave me or some other item that, if it still exists, is buried deep within a box in my closet. And I begin searching. Rummaging. Trying with all my … More not often
I find myself in the middle. Between. What’s happened and what’s going to happen. Memorial Day weekend is a passage, so to speak. Right? Between spring and summer. Which is where I currently am. Sunday evening. Before dinner. Sitting here typing and considering. Jazz playing while my son cooks. There’s a haziness to what’s ahead. … More in between
Upon a Sunny Day 