I can really be ok with the solitude, given I kind of have always done what I want, on my schedule. Well, maybe not always– but it is one of the bonuses of being an adult: choosing when you get to leave and where you ultimately go. We are never forced to take any jobs…
Yesterday had one of those classic moments of ridiculousness that just makes me laugh even now. So my friend and I met up to go to breakfast at noon, sauntering over to Beachwood to munch on some food. I watched him order in a very matter of fact way…an omelet with mushrooms and swiss cheese…
Where-oh-where have I been lately? Oh, around… Around here and there and everywhere. I have been traveling a bit as of late, going to Denver to visit some family for six weeks in the beginning of January. When I was younger I would dream and dream of moving back to Colorado after our unfortunate move…
The places these blogs come from are probably a little easier for me to be comfortable with…I look at my stats and I look at all of the spammy comments people try to leave here on the back end, and I hate to admit…I miss people actually reading what I write, and having something to…
Normally I like to say Kissmas, but there’s no kissing going on in my world…And just as a last hurrah to this format sharing the dirty details…I decided to just write my last kind of unedited things this week until the site goes up new… I started online dating again which is just funny, as…
down by the duck pen and shed I make these trips when I am here…nothing exciting mind you, but it’s still a trip and it’s still leaving the farm. To go to Dunkin Donuts…yes, it’s silly for me not to make coffee here but it’s just one of those things I make myself do so…
and I haven’t done anything remotely Christmas-like aside from put ornaments away, which involved walking them into the other room. One of these years I am going to have a fantastically swank Kissmas…and no one will be happier than me…I was one of those kids who believed in the magic of people past the point…
I got a poem in my email box, well, it was a freaking box somewhere full of messages. I hate to utter the terrible F word unless it is in regard to the F’s I know (two, now mind you). But yeah, so it was there. And you know what? Something is wrong with you…
So after my post detailing how snuggly and delicious it is to sleep with my dog…I got the phone call yesterday afternoon–the one you always think you might get, but push out of your mind. At her age she was up there, but to just up and die without me there just feels so incredibly…
