My other blue-eyed boy! Okay guys. Not sure how long this post will stay up. I’m having a super silly day. I can’t wipe the smile off my face since two followers compared the eyes of my husband’s former sex partner to Donald Trump. Maybe it’s the doubling up of my anti-depressants that’s making me … Continue reading Separated at birth
Month: April 2020
Things we remember
Full disclosure. I am going to admit straight off that this is a petty and immature post. I rarely feel this way, at least not anymore, but there's something about being cooped up for weeks that has me tense and a bit ungrounded. I just had a video call with my doc and we are … Continue reading Things we remember
Missing those days
A friend sent this yesterday. I think it is beautifully written, and so true. The tears flowed. I'm missing my Brooklyn boy.The Last Time From the moment you hold your baby in your arms,you will never be the same.You might long for the person you were before,When you have freedom and time,And nothing in particular … Continue reading Missing those days
Who does that?
Taking a Break I've linked here Blue Eyes' latest post. He doesn't usually ask for advice or comments on his blog. He started the blog as a way to work on some of the tasks he was assigned by his then therapist. A way to get some of his thoughts off and out of him, … Continue reading Who does that?
That damn desk
We have a rather large concrete room off the kitchen-end of our 1939-built house. Our home is on a hillside, and the concrete room is the foundation for the 2 1/2 car garage the original homeowners added on after converting the one-car garage to a TV room in 1948. We know the year because when … Continue reading That damn desk
What will I remember
I thought, during this time of shelter in place, social distancing, and all that jazz, that I would be spending a lot more time on WordPress. It actually hasn't been the case. I haven't written much here since we returned home, and the blogs I follow have been, with the exception of a couple, pretty … Continue reading What will I remember