I love the rain. It’s hard not to go out and enjoy it even if venturing out is only in my tiny slice of Paradise. Everything is fresh and the air clear. I have no “Rainy Days and Mondays” doldrums like others who have taken the time to write songs about it all and I…
Category: Gratitude
And so I begin again.
In the last many days, I’ve had time to think about this space in my life and its accumulation of nearly two years of what passes for me these days — me in writing, that is. Whenever I run through the archives and skim the content, so many thoughts come to mind about when…
Fifty Years, Love and Memories
Today is my mother and father-in-law’s 50th wedding anniversary. Fifty years is a very long time. I should know because that’s how long my very own bones have been on this planet learning to walk, and run, falling down, then starting again. Relentlessly. Fifty years. A marriage lasting fifty years is more something to read…
Walk, write. Just get off your ass.
I should go outside today and walk. The cold isn’t quite as bracing as it’s been the last week or so for my west coast bones, and I’m tempted to stretch them in the warm, bright sunlight somewhat like a fat, old lazy cat. Tempted would be the key word there. But if I ventured…
Home for the Holidays
It’s been quite a lot of work, and has taken all the patience I’ve ever had — okay, so maybe not counting pregnancy — but the work on our house is done. For the past week, I’ve been fixing and cleaning and enjoying the new look just long enough to put off that not only…
Dust, Old Things & Memories
Somehow when we started all of this construction business, I figured it would be fun to post the ups and downs of going through the mess I know is involved. Best laid plans. What seemed like forever was really only about six weeks, so I should have been able to write about some of it,…