Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Food doesn't smell as good now. Could be because I burn it. You loved surprising me with a good dinner. I'd try to guess it by the smell when I came home. The only smell now is those scented candles you hated. Hey, were did you hide all my candles? I never have found them.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Easter was not the same without you. I sat on the deck and listened to neighbors on both sides with family and friends over. I saw them hide eggs and the smell of their food drifted over. The weather was perfect. But I'm feeling blue. It does help to write you. Maybe I'll do this more.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Working outside is so enjoyable. Today was a bit challenging as I split up some hostas. Last year they overtook my sidewalk rather than just fringing it. My brother-in-law said it was not hard to do, just stick the shovel down the center and split them apart. But that is not how it worked. I was jumping up and down on the shovel like it was a pogo-stick and the shovel did not penetrate the hosta at all. So I became determined. I got a hammer and a large knife thing and starting in the middle I hammered the knife thing in and wedged it back and forth all the way around the section I wanted. Next, I got to dig a hole. Back to the shovel. I had no idea there were so many rocks to dig through to make 5 holes but I needed a whirlpool bath at the end of it all. I do not like my shovel and my shovel does not like me.
Monday, April 14, 2014
I took this journal with me when I went to Phoenix. Since I returned home I haven't been able to find it. So, I started a new journal and thought it would show up. It hasn't. I was sharing this with a friend who said that maybe someone found it that needs it more than I do. As embarrasing as that is, it may be. I don't hold much back in my journals. It's my way of getting out anger, disappointment and frustration. Then the blog is a toned down version where I sound mostly sane.
What would some man or woman, young, old, married or single, think of the rantings of a crazy woman? Maybe it would make them more grateful for life, or for their loved ones, or God? Or maybe the darn journal is under my couch, waiting to be found.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
I see mourning as a chest that holds all the aches and tears, the painful memories and flashbacks. Each time the lid is cracked a bit, I am shrouded in grief over missing my husband. The words I said or didn't say that hurt him, the things he held so closely and couldn't share, the laughing and crying. But, as the chest empties, my hope is that the pain will lessen. Either that, or I'll get used to it.
Monday, April 7, 2014
I love making things with a vintage-shabby look of lace and muslin. I also love giving things away to people. Several say what I make is appealing and I could sell them individually or in a craft booth.
I may someday, but right now, I have a deal with God to provide me the time and resources to create and I will give away these gifts. God is so good.