For three weeks in January the clock in the living-room was stopped at 7:45. It went tick tock tick tock away, but the hands didn’t move. Sort of like me, metaphorically. I ignored it. Tick tock tick tock, BLAH BLAH BLAH with my fingers in my ears was I. Even before I met Tim, well before, lets say forever, I have dreamed of a little … Continue reading The Merry Maudlin Bohemian Years
Oh for the love of it, my rotten sister is not calling me back. Why is it when you are dying to talk about something, all of asudden everyone goes into hiding. I mean, come on, I’m an introvert and if I do have something to say why is it I find myself spittin’ into the wind? Humpf. I can’t say if Valentines Day was … Continue reading And After Dusk
♥ I know it was you This morning before the dawn With quiet kisses This Post is for the DAILY PROMPT: Cupid’s Arrow Continue reading Before Dawn
The pinky coral on my toenails is almost completely worn off from my Pedi in September. It’s now just on my big toes, with a dab or so here and there. It was from our getaway to Walter’s Falls. This photo was taken that September 17th…it held up well. And lets just clarify that this is THE BEST my feet have ever looked, and that … Continue reading Pink Coral Toenails
This will be the last entry from this journal. The rest of the journal I used for notes for my genealogy. Between the dates, I transcribed there are some personal things I have left out, but I only wanted to paint a picture of who I am, and the circumstances that brought me here. It’s now time to set free a couple important truths I … Continue reading The truth shall set me free | September 29 2012
I’ve been struggling all morning with what I was going to write about today. This is going to be a week of both joy and sadness I believe. This the first Christmas after Tim’s death. Although, this year Christmas is going to be difficult for so many; not the least for a small town in Connecticut. I think these words from John Lennon sum up … Continue reading Shining a light
Once upon a time back on New Years Day 2010, a furry golden ray of sunshine showed up at our door, lost. It had been snowing non-stop since the day before, New Years Eve. We were in the middle of a blizzard. After the festivities from the night before Tim and I were having a quiet night to ourselves, or so we thought. It was … Continue reading How a furry angel found her forever home
Some perhaps may be unfamiliar with “picker” as a noun rather than a verb. What is a “picker” you ask? Well, this is an individual who will go to any lengths to seek old stuff that others would consider junk. OH NO…to a “picker” (or “salvager” I believe in the UK) … these “things” are gems. Diamonds in the rough. “Picker Gold”. The whole REUSE, … Continue reading Bless his “picker” heart
Going through these events 8 months later is a bit surreal sometimes. In my mind I have to fly past all this other “stuff” and I really have to focus in order to get back to that place. Returning to these events and re-living what I was experiencing is … oh what’s the word…hard? difficult? … no … painful? No. It makes me kind of … Continue reading ‘To thy ownself be true’ | March 31 2012
This post is sort of an ‘homage’ in a way to things past. Yesterday was a day to open things up and see what is inside. I did go into our bedroom finally yesterday and began that difficult task. I started with the hardest of those things; the bags with his stuff that the hospital sent home. So I stood there in our bedroom and … Continue reading A Suitcase For Memories
The looming beast of the ‘Old Vic’ had been conquered and so the next spiral in the journey was at hand [see Thameswood – Part One]. Like with all journey’s, there is that element of the Hero’s Journey[Wikipedia] afoot in the narrative. Perhaps the guiding archetype of all life altering Journey’s resembles that of the Hero’s Journey. So now I guess you could say I … Continue reading Thameswood Lodge (part 2) ~ The Hero’s Journey
When I say I have been a primary caregiver twice to someone who was dying, its technically not true; there have been 4x actually. This is the story of my first time. I was married for 9 years from August 4th 1990 to November 19, 1999. On February 14 1991 I choose from a litter of 4 kittens the little gray female one in the … Continue reading Shoe Monster ~ Caregiver Training 101
by PaulaB 