Unknowns and Whatevers Part I
Tighten the old belt
Another hole
Done that
No like strangers
In my kitchen
Away, away
Dream
I’m reading C. S. Lewis’s “A Grief Observed”. Lewis is writing of his wife’s death and the emotions he felt and insights he gained. Having a spouse die is much different than losing them to divorce. For example, when your spouse dies, you don’t fall apart because you are missing them horribly and at the…
1. Forcibly separated into two or more pieces; fractured — broken lives2. Having been violated — broken promise3. Being in a state of disarray; disordered — broken ranks 4. Spoken with gaps and errors — broken communication5. Subdued totally; humbled — broken spirit 6. Crushed by grief — broken heart 7. Not functioning; out of order — Maery…
A strange thing has happened in the last couple years. Well, one of many strange things — I’ve become perplexingly fascinated with clouds. Driving to work last week, at every red traffic light, I tried to capture a shot of the sky with my camera. Why are traffic lights never red long when you want…
I recently finished listening to the MP3 recording of Patricia B McConnell’s book “For the Love of a Dog”. I may not have her words exactly right as I was typing from a recording and having a hard time keeping up, but in the final chapter, Ms McConnell was describing playing ball with her dog…
Someone who is easily distracted, even when they try to get away from distractions, needs to remain vigilant and avoid exploring branching tributaries. On my writing retreat, I began to notice how many times I got off course. I’d be humming along and suddenly notice that I was tweeting. How did I end up on…
Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else. –Will Rogers My fence passed inspection today – Yeh! While working on switching out a rotting deck railing and missing flashing between my deck and house, my contractor discovered that the deck was not properly attached to the house — like no rim…
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“I have more than enough of everything I could possibly want or need.” Words to live by. Hang in there girl. 🙂
Beautiful! What a difference a year has made.
How is Luke?
I must wrote a great response, but lost it so now I am crabby! Great picture of you!
Great pictures and I loved the poem. Yes, grown sons can be great huh?
Sue – It’s not that I’m feeling hardship really or that I’m not happy with what I have. It’s discomfort over losing ground every month. Trying to turn the tide or just accept it may be this way for awhile.
Lori – Luke news will be in “Part II”. It was too much for one post.
Kathleen – You poor thing… I’m sure it was brilliant.
Cousin B – Thanks. How did you know he was the person I want to visit? Very intuitive.
Beautiful poem. I feel that way sometimes. You are so good with words.
I, too, am worrying about Luke. I’m thinking of you.