Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Front Yard Thanksgiving Weekend
Birches in the works
Saturday, November 10, 2007
September 2007
I have been depressed since the end of July, when we had to move Joseph back to a group home. Nothing gives me pleasure. Not Art, Gardening. I am at war with God. I want to neither work nor sleep. Ive started watching crime dramas in bed at night.
But something clicked. My mother (Aunti Barb) and her new husband are visiting soon. I am worried about how awful my house looks. We werent able to replace it with a modular this year due to finances. I dont want her to see the way I live.... so I begin to do something about it.
I sponge painted the living room, packed up some things for storage. Added some annuals to a garden I thought was done for the year. I readied the boys for the new school year. I tried to wait patiently for my Aunt and Uncle to arrive.
Yay.. so here it goes. The weather was awful, I got to spend time with my new uncle ( I like him!) Jon took time off work and drove us to see moose and mountains. My aunt found a rock for my garden. I remembered that my family is pretty is awesome. I didnt want them to leave. Hopefully they will come again.
The shape of my house and life does not matter - my family loves me.
But something clicked. My mother (Aunti Barb) and her new husband are visiting soon. I am worried about how awful my house looks. We werent able to replace it with a modular this year due to finances. I dont want her to see the way I live.... so I begin to do something about it.
I sponge painted the living room, packed up some things for storage. Added some annuals to a garden I thought was done for the year. I readied the boys for the new school year. I tried to wait patiently for my Aunt and Uncle to arrive.
Yay.. so here it goes. The weather was awful, I got to spend time with my new uncle ( I like him!) Jon took time off work and drove us to see moose and mountains. My aunt found a rock for my garden. I remembered that my family is pretty is awesome. I didnt want them to leave. Hopefully they will come again.
The shape of my house and life does not matter - my family loves me.
Time Takes Time
Whats to be said about an entry that only one person is meant to read? This blog is a continuim.. even my husband - my life mate has made little reference here yet. I have an opportunity to write only late at night and early in the morning. More will be said, more needs to be said. Peace please. I am too old and hormonal for anything else.
Early 1996
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