My dear Michael,
You are a man of so many talents, there was little you couldn’t do–if you didn’t know how you just did it anyway.
Sunday blues
I can already see that Sundays are going to be the worst day of the week; it was most often the day that all of us would be home together, working in the garden, cooking, listening to NPR. Yesterday was just like one of those days, except it was Mike’s mom with us from New Mexico instead of Mike. And that was great–she’s had a great time with the kids and vice versa. Mike and the kids and I have always appreciated and enjoyed her visits. Continue reading “Sunday blues”
Can't stop crying
Why this morning?
Is it because I’m going to close on a house by myself today (we bought nine houses together)?
Because it is All Souls Day and the wall between the worlds is at its thinnest (and why can’t I feel you, Mike?) Continue reading “Can't stop crying”