Just another Monday

I started to type manic Monday but it just isn’t. Not manic. Depressed to be back at work even, although the day is improving…

Things went really well this weekend. I was on point the entire time, orchestrating everything for the path of least resistance. I’m bushed. The stress level of the combination of my dad’s episode and my brother’s visit to the states was worrisome but everything went very smoothly. It’s taken over 12 of years of sobriety for the family drama queen drunk (me in case you didn’t know) to get to the point where she is the one in the family who keeps things running smoothly. Who knew! My brother enjoyed his time with us and is again talking about moving back to the Seattle area. He returns from his errands in Utah for Father’s Day and then home to France. Continue reading

I want to open the door…

Whatever you do, Cancerian, DON’T open the door of that closet that hasn’t been opened in years. DON’T poke your nose into the funny business that has been going on behind the scenes. DON’T peek inside Pandora’s other box, or pick the fruit of temptation off the tree of knowledge, or rush in, like a trusting fool, where angels fear to tread. DON’T do any of these controversial, forbidden things, my dear Crab — unless you want to risk embarking on some enigmatic, elemental, enlightening adventures.

I think the Universe is opening the door for me. It’s been open for awhile but is about to get wide open I’m guessing. I’m treading the path in front of me. One step at a time.

My father had another small stroke last night. He’s had many over the past couple years and while this one was no different and they sent him home, each one does rob him, a little more each time, of his brain power. Memory, speed, computation, that kind of thing is just being taken away. And what is hard is that he knows it. It breaks my heart. Like he did when I was a little girl (and not always so little) I want to protect him, take away the hurt, make it all better. But the only thing I get to do is open my heart as wide as I can and let it all rain down on me. The rain of forgiveness for past wrongs, the rain of sadness for the knowing that this life is temporary, the rain of joy for the time spent with an amazing and wonderful father, the rain of love that it is what he wants the most from me and it’s the one thing I can truly and easily give him.
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Even I’m getting ready to complain

It is cold this morning.  48 degrees isn’t all that cold but the wind must be from the north because it is darned chilly…  Mushrooms are everywhere, which is interesting because I have always thought of them as a more Autumnal friend.

I am enjoying the long soft evenings however…  And finally finished the beading. Didn’t take much time but for some reason I was putting it off.  Just love the happy little berries…