Today was a pretty good day. (Yesterday not so much, but I can’t dwell on the past.) Continue reading
About non-piercing nipple jewelry
13 SepIt doesn’t work for me. That’s just one more problem with being genetically male. Oh, well. Back to planning a trip to the piercing salon, if money ever permits it.
Today is a better day
13 SepDamn, I am getting emotional and over-reacting. My reactions to the events of yesterday truly were out of proportion. I know why. Continue reading
Today is a bad day
12 SepIt appears I have completely destroyed my relationship with Kris and Rebeccah. My grief and the way I am expressing it is too much for them to handle. It’s not their fault. I know it is mine. It still hurts.
So you hate Islam, and all Muslims are terrorists?
11 SepMaybe you would benefit from these words from our President. Or maybe you think he’s secretly Muslim too.
Can! Academy follow-up
10 SepRemember this post [Sign of the Economy?]? Well, a few days ago I got my tax receipt for that donation. The Explorer sold at auction for full Blue Book value. Not the discounted price I tried to sell it for. At least I can feel good about that.
And more about how I’ve been doing
10 SepI’ve had a rough few weeks. Honestly, having the family here hasn’t been nearly as helpful as I hoped. Yes, it stopped me from choosing to follow Barbara in the first couple of months, but I still feel so alone I can barely stand it. I guess I am going to feel alone in a crowd, no matter how big that crowd, for a very long time. Continue reading
It’s been a while
8 SepYes, I have been absent for a while. I have been busy working out a multi-generational household, and all that entails. Of course, I’m still crying at odd times and for no apparent reason. Continue reading
Noblesse oblige
2 AugNoblesse oblige is the motto of the National Honor Society. But before I ever heard of NHS, I knew “noblesse oblige.” I learned it from a teacher in the sixth grade. I came up through school before “TAG” (talented and gifted) was well-known, maybe before the term existed. But my teacher recognized something in me.
I survived
2 AugI made it through my first holiday as a widow. I baked bread (by hand), and gave a share to Lugh, as appropriate. The bread was good.
But by the Gods, I miss her.
