Revisiting days gone by

For another blogging project, I have been revisiting old posts from 2015 and 2016. It's something I rarely do, and now after having done so, I wonder why I don't more often. Well, there's the typos and wrong word choices and maybe I could have stated something better, but with my stream-of-consciousness blogging style I…

Hello again

I have been MIA - again. While I have been pretty busy - because we're all pretty busy - it's essentially a lame excuse. My focus of late has been on my better health, getting my big girl capris out of their twist and bitch-slapping myself back to reality. I'm doing fine. I'm not slacking.…

Parents

Out and about at lunch today with one of my associates, she asked me if I miss my parents. Second anniversary of her father's death is Saturday and she is already feeling the oppressive sadness processing her ongoing grief. At work, in most of my face-to-face life, I rarely think about much less mention my…

Fear, anxiety, friendship

One of my very best friends is in the process of long-term recuperation and rehabilitation from a very serious illness. His return to health has been an arduous journey and is not over yet, but he has been improving and all our hopes are for a full and complete recovery. Along with that, though, we…

Houseguest

In general, M and I try hard to be gracious hosts. Apparently our hospitality extends to the feathered in our midst. M rescued this baby bird from the heat on Tuesday. This is the second such rescue this year, the first, Birdy Bird, resulted in a tragic and untimely death of unknown causes. Not for…

This, that, the other thing(s)

Kind of mish-mash post of things I have been meaning to write about and just have not had time to write and publish. Decluttering Efforts Continue Time just slips right by me these days. I have had a glorious 3 days working on my house, the various storage spaces, and yard, yet it seems like…

Baggage

April has been exhausting. Work is busy, hectic, crazy. Personal life is busy as well. But this is normal. This is typical. But it's the stuff in storage that is steering me in a funk-like state that is bordering depression. When my mom died a few years ago, I could not shed her house and…