Sunday August 30, 2015
As I sit in the house where I grew up, I think about the first time I was here.
Maybe I was nine or 10.
I looked around it and thought it to be a pretty good house.
When my parents and the Realtor were out of site, I climbed through the rectangular hole that allows you to peer through the kitchen into the den. It was my usual circus stunt, doing kid-stuff for no reason I guess.
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I'm not a morning person.
Upon awakening I'm more like the old John Denver number, "Sometimes I Feel Like a Sad Song". Still, that doesn't keep me from imagining what a Chelsea morning must have been like. Or the feeling of that kind of day.
I recently rediscovered 70s legend Joni Mitchell. While surfin...
I think Snowball Lucy must have a sense of humor, a sly one at that. That little upturned smile that she makes when she rolls over on her back and looks at the world upside down seems like she is finding the humor in life.
I can learn much from her. She's unfazed by Ringo, the killer toy poodle she with whom she shares a home. He charges her daily and she forgives him constantly, offering u...
Why am I grateful for my husband.
It's a simple reason: he takes out the trash so I don't have to.
It's the simplest things that make life enjoyable.
He also tapes shows for me and downloads movies. He will go to bat for me when I run out of gas or have a flat. He rides to me rescue.
He sometimes laughs at my jokes. He tells me like it is. He helps me with work sometimes (when I don't go overboar...
Wednesday, May 13, 2015 |
by: FeelingRoughToday was cooler than yesterday and I didn't get out too much, but when I did, boy, was it nice:cloudless sky, sun overhead, and cool, pleasant breezes blowing my hair. I do miss living near the ocean. I've thought it every day of my life since I moved to Richmond.
But, today, just today, there was not a single person I encountered who didn't smile and say hello and I forgot about being homesick ...