It was not, is is not ever the intent to stay away for so long. Every day a topic wiggles its way into my head, the first sentence wrangles a way out of my fingertips and then . . .
MIDDLE GIRL
Saturday, July 23, 2022
So Much Time
It was not, is is not ever the intent to stay away for so long. Every day a topic wiggles its way into my head, the first sentence wrangles a way out of my fingertips and then . . .
Saturday, May 21, 2022
Middle
When I started this post it was precisely the middle of the month (hence the title) and I was stuck with what to talk/write about. Now, it is well beyond that and I'm a little less stuck, thanks to a shoehorn. ::smile::
Sunday, April 24, 2022
Times Gone By
Sunday, March 27, 2022
feliz aniversario
Tuesday, March 29th marks the 15th anniversary for this space. Two days ago I had precisely what I wanted to post to commemorate the momentous occasion but I didn't write (or type) it down so, it is gone.
Lost within the recesses of my mind.
Oh, well. In the spirit of, "winging it" I shall revert to the time honored blog tradition of listing stuff.
1. Fifteen years ago my son and daughter were in their twenties.
2. Fifteen years ago there were many blogging folks. (I miss them, that.)
3. Fifteen years ago I was not as active with my sketching.
4. I am overjoyed to have found the time and space (emotionally and physically) to become active with my sketching.
5. More often than not, I'm at a crossroads as to sketch or to write. One day I shall begin the discipline of combining the two.
6. The sadness mentioned in the previous post continues; not only grief but conditions; the county, country, the world.
7. I am tired.
8. I shall persevere.
9. F I F T E E N years. I was going to link to the song, "Shout" but after listening (really listening) to all of the lyrics, (not just the hook) I decided not to.
10. I will link to this song which has been ribboning in and out of my consciousness for weeks now.
11. So, how many more passwords will I have to create?
12. Hair. Just because, it's always hair. :-)
13. No, I haven't cut it. I might. But, I don't think so.
14. I'm counting the days until I (we) can get another cat (or two).
15. I am also counting the days until folks get tired of FB, IG, Tw*tter, Sn*pch*t, T*kT*k, and the dozen (?) or so social media posting, trolling platforms and come back to the tried, the true....
Be kind to each other.
Sunday, February 27, 2022
This Day, That Day, One Day
Saturday, January 29, 2022
January Twenty Twenty-two
Sunday, January 02, 2022
Christmas Just Ain't Christmas
This was going to be about Christmas. But now, Christmas 2021 is but a distant memory except to say I didn't have the kind of experience that many others seem to have had; mine was precisely as envisioned, as designed. The holiday had been scaled back a wee bit, year-by-year since my mother died in February of 2013. Well, truth be told, Christmas 2012 was pretty basic since my dad had died that previous September and by December, my mom was pretty sick with (what I didn't know then) was lung cancer.
The non-traveling, cocooning type of existence plays into my personality type. Granted, my daughter would rather have more people around but for me, for now, she and my son are plenty of company and plenty of energy.