The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow, Please!

Okay, it's been raining and blowing for two days straight. If it were 30 degrees colder, well you know, we would be socked in with many feet of snow.

I've been recovering from a little bout of gastritis. Details are not necessary. Really, you don't want to know. So, I've been taking it easy. And after two days of no exercise, no walking and rain, rain, rain, I'm officially stir crazy.

From where I'm sitting I have a direct view of our entry door sidelights and transom windows. I can see out to the front yard trees. They are thick with still dark green leaves. The branches are waving back and forth and bouncing up and down. With each gust of the wind the leaves turn their backs desperately trying to hold on.
At times, the wind calms a little, the foliage stills and I catch a glimpse of unrelenting sheeting rain.

The grayness makes me sad. I pensively ponder what might have been as I desperately try to hold on.

I have settled myself in front of the fireplace. No fire. I have a few necessities around me.
Rico to keep me company. He picks his head up every once in a while to whine because he's not on my lap.

My cell phone, to take photos, play Candy Crush and browse Facebook. I rarely get phone calls on my cell. Oh, and when I'm not doing any of those things, I listen to my latest downloaded Audible.com book - "The Girl in The Spider's Web". I just started it. So far I like it.
My cordless home phone, in case Ross calls from the grocery store to ask, "Are you sure there is nothing else you want beside Turkey Hill Vanilla Bean (no fat, no sugar added) ice cream." (He called I told him, "No that's all I want, thanks.")
My laptop for obvious reasons, yes blogging.
My knitting, for when I get bored with electronics. I've been steadily working on my shawl and it's growing quite nicely.
Oh and there, in the corner of my ottoman, see it, it's the Franciscan Pottery, Desert Rose pattern, sandwich dish with crumbs from my no salt saltine crackers.

Ross has settled himself in front of the TV. He's waiting for the Navy/Airforce football game to start. He has his necessities around him. His cell phone, to do whatever it is he does on his cell phone. A nine-inch stack of magazines to read during commercial breaks and time outs, and a snack of honey roasted nuts, crackers and hummus.

It's just that kind of day.

How's The New Place?

Sunday, August 4, 2024 "How's the new place?" they ask. Some might wonder how I could not love the "new place". After all it's cute, right? Reminiscent of a little New England style cottage. Everyone who visits always comments on how cozy the "new place" feels. "It's low maintenance, gated security, plenty of activities available and clubs to join," they say. I am trying to love the "new place". I've dressed it up with curtains and carpets. I'm in the process of giving the kitchen a face lift with shiny new cabinets. I've hung Ross' prized artwork and displayed his precious thrift store finds. All of the furniture here in the "new place" is the furniture I brought with me from our old place. I've re-arranged the living room a hundred times. I placed the "Big Toe" flower pot, the one that always made us smile, under the front yard tree and had the landscaping redone. Bu...

The Two Beds The Two Beds Tuesday, February 7, 2023 It’s early, 5:31 a.m. to be exact and still very dark. Shadows of light streaming in from night-lights streak the walls. Lying in the middle of the Big Bed, I’m tired but wide awake. Ross is peacefully sleeping in the bed next to me. It's a narrow bed with cold chrome metal rails. I can hear his quiet breathing, in and out, in and out. I am thinking of the last time we were together in the Big Bed. It too was early morning, a few weeks ago. twenty-six days to be exact. I was snuggled up to him, my arms across his thin bony chest. I painfully recall that I was softly crying, murmuring a lot of “I’m sorries”. “I’m sorry I got angry,” I whispered. “It’s just that I’m tired, so tired.” "I'm so sorry." All that week Ross had been particularly restless during the day but even more so at night. That night I woke in...

Reflections - A to Z Blogging Challenge

Blogging from A to Z Challenge April 2015 Last month I participated in the “ Blogging from A-Z Challenge ” What was it? I blogged everyday beginning on April first with a topic themed on something with the letter A , then on April second another topic with the letter B as the theme, and so on and finished on April thirtieth with the theme based on the letter Z . The theme of the day was the letter scheduled for that day. My theme was short fictional (well mostly fictional) stories about women. Each woman’s name began with the appropriate letter of the alphabet for that day. Today ’s post is a reflection of my experience with the A-Z challenge. I have participated in this challenged since 2012. So this was my fourth time. This year, as in years past, instead of having all 26 posts written ahead of time, I wrote my posts just one or two days before the specified letter day. Doing it this way provided me with...

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