I worked my last day at the corporation on August 1, 2016. My one year anniversary looms, and I look back at what I've accomplished. It is not as much as I'd hoped. The garden is overgrown. Squirrels eat the tomatoes before they ripen, the asparagus bed is choked with grass, and I planted the radishes … Continue reading One year
And now on to the final set of questions. The responses to some of the questions are a little imaginative because I am alone in a room, not sharing them with someone else. Set III 25. Make three true “we” statements each. For instance, "We are both in this room feeling ... " We are both … Continue reading To fall in love… (part 3)
I started to answer this questionnaire a week or so ago but left part two for another day. Today feels like that day. Set II 13. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know? I would want to know when … Continue reading To fall in love… (part 2)
Grandma Jackie, my husband's late grandmother, used to tell say things like, "I can't tomorrow. We'll be busy with Richard's doctor appointment and then we have to go to the pharmacy." In full retirement, her days became busy when she had any scheduled activity, even if it only took an hour or two from her … Continue reading 500 words a day
I read an article awhile ago about how to fall in love with anyone. I've been married 21 years, much of that time in love with my spouse, so I didn't consider that particular article to be directly relevant, but still. How would I answer? How would he? Would I answer the questions differently if … Continue reading To fall in love… (part 1)
I was talking with a friend a while ago about our biggest respective blind spots. By blind spots we meant the things that held us back, the things that others saw in us that we perhaps did not. For her, I told her I thought she was afraid to be uncomfortable or to make someone … Continue reading Blind spots and hillbillies
My hips ache. My low back and shoulders and thighs are sore. My knees are scraped and my palms are chafed. I love this feeling, this visceral reminder of sustained effort. I've felt this way before, for other, sexier reasons, but today it's from pulling weeds, putting in a garden, working with dirt and plants in … Continue reading Playing in the dirt
