It's different than the "seven year itch" - that's the moment when a marriage allegedly hits a wall. The thrill is gone. Feeling restless and dissatisfied, without really being able to define exactly why, spouses stray. But the seven year ache is different. Seven years into widowhood (as of the 24th), I find myself acting … Continue reading Seven Year Ache
You thought I was joking, about that snow pile, didn't you. Well, there it is. Coffee cup, plastic bottle and all, having begun its transformation into - a big, nasty, filthy pile of crap. It has been well above freezing for three days running, and it has been raining most of the day. And there … Continue reading Thaw Gets Raw
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time...." William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5 Scene 5 Today I'm just grateful the sun came out. Because if it hadn't I might have spent another day in bed. God, I hate January. It drags on … Continue reading Thankful Thursday: Good day, Sunshine
