Things My Mother Said (or Did)
Okay, I’m Finally Sitting Down, Are You?
I really do not know where to begin. I have spent a great deal of time reading many blogs, catching up with “home”. This camping trip was a very good one, the best yet. In spite of rain, snow while picking huckleberries and tears on the mountainside while I thought of my parents. I miss … Continue reading
Verbiage
This frame of mind and writing was all brought on by acknowledging once again that a few of the words I use, like some in the very last post, do not exist in most dictionaries. Hope those words that I like to invent do not drive you too insane. And if there was “phrase check” … Continue reading
What Can I Say But I Am Sorry?
A day in town. I do not like a day in town. I don’t mind dressing up, doing hair and make-up, I do so little it matters little. I have a difficult time retaining my composure in town and today I lost it. I love my mom. She was a lovely person but she could … Continue reading
Weeds And Paths, And No Weeds in Paths, Hopefully
Argh. Okay, you have probably surmised from previous posts that I am subject to confusion. I don’t mind weeds. In fact, sometimes I cultivate herbage that most people would consider weeds. But in certain places I can’t handle them. In some places instead of delight and wonderment they cause irritation, frustration and mild depression. As … Continue reading
