Check It Out
Just wanted to direct you to the post by the DVM’s Wife, “You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down”. I know many of you already follow her blog but for those who don’t, I love her statements at the end and hope you also will be inspired.
Just wanted to direct you to the post by the DVM’s Wife, “You Can’t Keep a Good Man Down”. I know many of you already follow her blog but for those who don’t, I love her statements at the end and hope you also will be inspired.
Sorry, but this post, like my day, is very long. I started my work day at home before I had to run to a meeting at one of my employer’s facilities. The meeting was supposed to last for 90 minutes. After that, I was going to run to the bank to a get a form…
Thanks for the suggestions on my house hunt. Right now, I mainly look at houses and neighborhoods to try and prepare myself for the eventuality of moving; I have no solid plans. My only plan is to keep myself going. I still can’t believe how wrong my life has gone. Losing love, what I thought…
It’s been a wild week weather-wise — temperatures up in the 40’s a couple days, lots of rain, then frozen pellets. Our lovely snow now has the consistency of butter brickle. I was so looking forward to going skiing, snowshoeing, and sliding over New Years weekend, but have you ever tried to do any of…
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity. — Gilda…
“Just because you’re miserable doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy life.” I saw that quote on a greeting card at the Seasons Gallery in Hudson, Wisconsin. It’s perfectly true. And I certainly enjoyed myself yesterday evening. My friend Lynn and I drove to the Seasons Gallery to see our friend Sue’s one woman show called “Meddling…
It’s poetry month. I’m getting a late start. Don’t try to make sense of my poem. I’m not sure what it means myself. Perhaps an indication of how tired I am. I meant no harmI said to the windBlue jays cussedAs if to disagreeI’m searching for somethingMaybe identity, peace, a road mapWhat was and isIntertwined It’s…