knee deep in weeds

notes on living a life


"It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I’m not sure that will ever change."

~ Anne Tyler, The Beginner's Goodbye

I had an entire post written, right here in this spot. I wrote it last night while he watched the Gonzaga game. It was all about a bit of scare I had this week and how my mind can just run with the very worst scenario possible. It was about being afraid and running amuck. 

And then I woke up this morning, sat down at my computer with my latte to proof it one more time before hitting publish, only to discover it was gone. I can't imagine I did not save it. I can't imagine where it went. 

And now, well now everything is different. It always makes me wonder when things like this happen. Is it a subconscious act? A message from the universe? From God? Or just a silly computer/blog land glitch! 

I think maybe the scare was a personal wake up call. And I am listening. 

The dog and I are heading east this week with him. Basil and I will walk the old neighborhood and play along the Columbia while he is working. I will get that new trailer ready for camping (remember he is living in it) and eat dinner with him at the picnic table when he gets home from work. I hope the ducks on the old pond are ready. 

thanks for stopping by today, 
have a glorious week,