I love people who take two bricks out of their and grow a rose arbor that encircles their front door.
I so enjoy being a stranger. I have not hear American since I have arrived on the Isle.
Julia is walking and walking far without complaint today.
I want to know where I will be in 5 years.
I want home. I thought I was there. I have no idea now.
I am incredibly impatient to see what happens next. Damn!
I want to read, but now I only have to find the time.
I ordered a pint of beer tonight for supper and the bar woman said, "you sure you want the big one?" "Yes," I said, just like a proper wild woman should.
Curry has become so british that there is usually dish of it at every pub. It is mild, more like korma than curry, and comes in a bowl with rice. Chicken korma with rice is my dinosaur's favorite meal right now. Is this convenient or what?
Walking is not swimming, but walking is exhausting too. And I am sleeping.
Right now, nothing is scary to do, but I have no idea what that doing is going to consist of.
Julia still cannot read but is more and more interested in trying.
How can I shape a routine without a partner?
I used to write about jumping off cliffs and letting angels catch me. Was I mad? I had no idea what that meant?
If there is an after life, David has not contacted me yet. I think he may just be too embarrassed to have to admit that I was right all the time.
Okay, I am strong. Now, what do strong people do when they are collapsing?
Am I writing more now that Cheshire has left? I miss her.
I haven't found great scones this trip.
Julia actually had a few moments of quiet today.
I have to turn over the compost and put some of the finished stuff on the front beds. I need to have dirty hands.
I also need to go out east this fall to see David's father. I have to see if I can afford it, but I also have to figure out time. I still have no idea how much time my LEND program will take up.
And LEND, where is that going to go?
Julia wants to be a dinosaur for halloween.
Oh, for a crystal ball?
PTO, PTO, PTO
Was Guandhi inpatient? No, I don't think I am Guandhi, but was he inpatient for the future?
The waves on the beach. I can watch them forever.
Julia and I talked about Jim Jones today. How we sat on the beach at Fire Island together, how he painted and drew. And how much he would have liked her.
I posted that last picture of David and now I want to take it down. It is too difficult to look at. He looks alive. How can he not be here.
David would have liked this place.
1 comment:
"If there is an after life, David has not contacted me yet. I think he may just be too embarrassed to have to admit that I was right all the time."
This little bit of sideways humor tells me that the healing has begun.
God bless, dear lady.
Sharyn
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