Monthly Archives: August 2013

I have never liked roller coasters – but now I’m living on one. Husband is in the hospital again. Tuesday night, after a pretty good day Tuesday, he suddenly became very very weak and very disoriented. He could not seem … Continue reading →

Today is the Artistic One’s birthday. She is another year older, but hopefully not deeper in debt (old memories there – Tennessee Ernie Ford song). She is one of the friends who has stood and is standing beside me, there … Continue reading →

Do you know how many times I checked my calendar yesterday to make sure it was Monday? It was Monday, my calendar said so – but no notice from Cee that it was time to share. I knew she was … Continue reading →

Have you noticed how some days go placidly along, in a row, all the same? Or very close to the same. Some days the sun is there – you know it’s there, but it’s hiding behind a thick haze. The … Continue reading →

I missed Week 27 because life got in the way – or, more accurately, I let life get in the way – but now Cee has posted the week 28 challenge, so I’m going to see what I can do … Continue reading →

I have spent the past few days trying to get back into my “normal” routine. Whatever that might be. It is always a shock to my system when the kids have been here for a visit and then they leave, … Continue reading →

There has been little to share these past days. I have been luxuriating in the time with my Kat and my Gep, relaxing, chatting, sitting quietly enjoying their presence. The words have been restricted to those conversations. We have been … Continue reading →

In my spam folder today was a very long spam message. I did not read it, but the following sentence caught my eye: “Ye is complete with because of the fact engineered amends: Apologizing drunk driving charge so openly to … Continue reading →

This week, Cee wants to talk about things like peanut butter. Peanut butter? Yep – she is reaching into our innermost parts to learn more about us. Because how we like our peanut butter is important, you know. Okay, maybe … Continue reading →

The thunder rumbled in the distance, drawing nearer and nearer. Bailey hid in her “safe harbor”, the bathroom. Shasta looked out the window. I checked the weather map and saw that it showed us in the center of the storm … Continue reading →