Category Archives: REALITY

I feel like I’m preparing for a week away, although I will be coming home to sleep. Filled the birdfeeders, mixed up and poured new sugar water in for the hummers, cut Jim’s hair–he really couldn’t go another week shaggy, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Best wishes for a Happy Fathers Day to those fortunate enough to be dads.  Teach your children to strive for happiness and to care for others. Continue reading →

My robe against the damp cool morning.  Oatmeal bread around butter.  A shower around my naked body, a towel, then jeans and shirt.  Studying until I click on "Start."  Framing until it is picked up.  Grocery shopping for the week … Continue reading → Continue reading →

What a joy this morning.  The male hummingbird braved my presence and came to the feeder.  They always did, never minding me sitting on the back step (despite thirteen chairs around the patio) and even coming up to greet me … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I have always felt a connection with the outdoors, to the point where sun can make me smile in the midst of a depression, and by three days of gloomy grey I am beyond tears. Last year I did nothing … Continue reading →

Today is our fifteenth wedding anniversary.  The warranty has long since expired–I must have missed it, or didn’t care. Last year, instead of going out to eat or our traditional celebration, I drove to Hartford Hospital to see if Jim … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Today I must behave myself.  No playing games, no having fun.  No writing except to complain here, and no reading except about lousy carrots and calories.  I have to prepare for an exam to take by Friday, and I’m nervous, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Guess what!  I just saw Jesus in the clouds.  I ran to get my camera but found Dylan floating by.  Bob, that is.  No harmonica, but I can tell you it was him.  After all, I knew Jesus when I … Continue reading → Continue reading →

In a comment below, Garnet offers this: "Ah, the veritable concreteness of gardening. Where mistakes can usually be grown back. Where whims are encouraged. Where you get something even if you don’t give." It is also a physical release for … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Sometimes, in the much too early morning light of still-hidden dawning sun, before the nests have stirred beneath a mother’s yawning, there is a presence to the air that weighs with more than mere humidity.  Early riser sits with curling … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Finally spent some sweat outdoors this morning.  Filled seven planters with geranium-yums, dianthus, allysum, and the silly petunias.  Now to the garden, to pull out the two-year old carefully tended baby peach trees that have turned out to be chokecherries, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Spaghetti tonight, enough for six people though there are three.  Why can I no longer measure spaghetti into portions anywhere close anymore?  I wonder, remembering my single days, my younger days, when the last strand was the last I could … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Separate worlds this morning, just as winter snow remains outdoors.  Wake up in dark cool familiarity.  Take my coffee cup outside the kitchen door into another world.  Sitting on the back step, even breaths are different; heavy, close with humid … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Pounding headache all day yesterday.  Catholic in me lets me take one aspirin after many hours.  Finally at night an antihistimine–I knew that’s what I needed all along.  Rationale, I need to get some decent sleep, need to work come … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Getting nervous.  The Writers Conference is just one week away, which means I need to have all the picture framing caught up and picked up next week, as well as get the outside work done because I will be pretty … Continue reading → Continue reading →