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There’s been a lot of picking going on here — wall colors, wallpaper and now a piece of furniture. That’s enough to kick up analysis paralysis! Some picking comes easy and some does not. Kitchen color — easy peasy (it’s … Continue reading
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I heard a lot of noise. Weird noise. Not like a cat shredding the newspaper noise. Words…naughty ones with some sort of jiggly dance (and not in a good way). What on earth was that? I went into the kitchen … Continue reading
Another project? – We painted another back hallway in our house. I like the piece by piece strategy. We aren’t living in chaos. (I don’t do well in chaos, especially kitchen chaos. Let’s just say it makes me more than … Continue reading
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It’s here. They come with backpacks hidden on their silky legs. Some come with family in cocoons. Some are fuzzy and some are not. They are big and little and all shades of color. They are not fussy. All they … Continue reading
Grief is a tunnel. The loss determines the length and diameter. The bond with the loss determines the speed that you travel. The loss can be anything. It can be a person, a beloved pet, a marriage or the perfect job. … Continue reading
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The week that was – This was a really tough week. I said goodbye to my best buddy who has been with me for almost two decades. I forgot how painful loss is. Thanks to all of you who left … Continue reading
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I blame it on the lousy summer TV. I blame it on my glasses. (Reading gives me headaches.) I blame it on everything and anything. It’s not my fault. It all started about two years ago when I bought a … Continue reading
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Words are very powerful especially those from someone you care about. Depending on which report you read, women speak 20,000 words a day while men speak 7,000. I believe that to be true except in our house. The beloved husband … Continue reading
We went away for three days. Yes, three days. What a production. It wasn’t like throwing clean underwear in a bag (like when I was in my 20s). First I had to pack up old cat Jake, who went to … Continue reading
