It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
When I imagined life after retirement, besides traveling, I imagined myself getting stuff done — all those things I didn’t have time to do when I was parenting or working. Those were the busy, stressful years of life, right? Retirement, that’s when the fun begins. I’m not complaining. I’m simply confused because I’m not traveling;…
Not too much to report on outdoor activity. The only aerobics I’ve done lately is to rush from my warm car to a warm building and some short sprints on my elliptical while catching up on the latest Grey’s Anatomy and Fringe episodes, that I watch on my tiny laptop screen. Unfortunately, I’m not like…
I wake up each day trying to grasp what’s happening. So far, I can’t. This past weekend, my husband told me he’s filing for divorce. Did I see that coming? No. He’d said something was not right in our marriage about a month ago, but we talked and I thought we were working things out….
OK. I got a little carried away with my photos today. This was supposed to be a one photo a day thing… But it’s been a couple weeks since I’ve made it out to the barn and the horses were being so darn photogenic. The reason I haven’t been out to see Luke for awhile…
Even with only a brief visit from my son, my house feel oddly empty after he leaves. I long to make him another cup of coffee and see him standing in my kitchen, stirring in cream and sugar. I even miss watching the smoke drift past my living room window, as he stood outside on…
I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.
