Hi Darling Ones, Walter, my one true canine live, and I have been reunited and it feels so good. I missed his puppy butt and how he pounces on me whenever I walk into the kitchen because he’s sure I’m getting something to eat. I always share whatever I’m eating with him. Last night he had roughly 1/3 of my dinner. I’m a sucker for this dog. Right now, it’s just me and Walter in the living room. Wendell is…
Hi Darling Ones, Due to poor sleep hygiene I am really very tired and thus do not have a lot to say that isn’t “I am really very tired.” However, since Sister #2, Ben & Walter are due to be here in just over 24 hours I wanted to make one last post before the invasion. I might write while they are here. I might shrivel up from over-socialization. Who knows? The world is a chaotic place. Thing 1 I’m…
Hi Darling Ones, Around My Own Private New Year, I decided I was gonna break some bad habits and start some better ones. As I mentioned before I’m a creature of habit and the more days of doing something string together the more my obsessive brain does not want to break the chain (Hello, 1847-day TimeHop streak. Nice to see you, 964-day Spanish lessons streak). Once I break the chain it’s really hard for me to get back into the…
Dear Darling Ones, I am frustrated. I’m nearly 50* and not only do I still get crushes on men, I still get all sad and stuff when those crushes start seeing women who are not me. It sucks. Isn’t this a stage of life I should have outgrown by now? Why does this keep happening and when will it all end? God, why does being attracted to someone and having feelings have to be so embarrassing all the time? I…
So, Darling Ones, Do you remember back in January when I became a Tree Influencer? Me neither. January was eighty-six years ago and my memory isn’t as a sharp as it used to be. This is why I was startled when the young mail carrier knocked on my door today and when I opened it* she thrust a weird bag into my hand. “It says live trees on it and I didn’t want to leave it on the door step,”…
Hi Darling Ones, Today I wore a spaghetti-strapped shirt that did not cover my upper arms to pick up groceries. Despite what my inner monologue said from the moment I got up and chose to wear this shirt (again) to the time I got home with the groceries, nobody died. Not me. Not the people in the other cars who might have had to bear witness to my flabby upper arms. Not the kid who handed me my groceries. Nobody….