A thing happens >> I have lots of feelings >> time passes >> I accept whatever it is >> feel fine again >> repeat forever.
ether every summer for a group camping trip. Each year becomes increasingly more challenging due to everyone’s busy schedules.
Now that I am in a really wonderful relationship and my boys are happy and thriving, I am suddenly completely without men. I experienced what it was like to truly enjoy my own company. With no one to expend energy onto I spent it all on myself, and I loved it.
Even though we weren’t comfortable, we really had to get along with each other. Given how much things have changed in our living situation with me all over the place at all times, it felt right to connect.
The fact that I didn’t get sick on this trip is simply proof that vaccines work.
My brother-in-law, Roy, wrote the obituary for his mother and my mother-in-law, Anita. I’m putting it here because I know it won’t get lost. Anita M. Frye, 90, died in Asheville NC on April 13, 2021. She had been a resident of Midland for more than 60 years before leaving in 2015 to be cared […]
My boys just got back from Scout Summer Camp at Medicine Mountain in South Dakota. I always look forward to the “dispatches” that come from the Assistant Scout Master, Jeff Bradley. His writing transports me there and his droll humor brings me joy. Enjoy … Dispatch One The following dispatch is from a sleep-deprived Assistant […]
Lately I’ve been pondering how to proceed with my blog. I’m still into it it although less interested in it being public. I’m sure with a little research I could find a way to make the whole shebang private – past posts and future – and blast my followers with a password and proceed in […]
It doesn’t make any sense. I have been dreaming of this day for over a year, from the moment the WHO announced that we were in the middle of a global pandemic. What gives?
I wrote this almost a month but it’s just now getting posted. Oopsie. I dreamt I was hanging out with the Queen of England, traveling back and forth in time to be around her when she was young and old. I was not a friend, not a reporter, just an observer, but my presence was […]