My husband Erik and I have been living a life of barely managed chaos since his dad, Art, died on August 16. We’re not alone in this roller coaster, whirlwind day-to-day. Erik’s mom, Jan, is there too, as is my co-worker, who lost her mom two weeks after we lost Art. As if massive grief from the loss of a loved-one isn’t enough, two close family members are in the process of moving (we’re helping…
Two days of physical labor preceded by a day that featured me giving a driving/walking tour and I’m bushed. My brain is numb and my muscles are begging for the comfort of bed. I am most assuredly feeling my age. I did manage a first today. After toiling away at hanging insulation and skipping lunch, I ate an entire frozen pizza (heated up, of course) by myself. Time for a soothing photo of purple petunias…
I have finished my Loft online class, having learned some of the ins and outs of plotting stories and novels, and am returning to my Year of Creative Reading. I’ve recently completed two books, “Constructive Wallowing” by Tina Gilbertson and “Let’s Be Less Stupid” by Patricia Marx. “Constructive Wallowing” was a surprise find in a bin at the Goodwill in Aberdeen, South Dakota. The book looked brand new and only cost me $1.50. It was…