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January 1, 2021
A new year and in the same space still. The last few months flew by in a blur of inactivity. Getting older yet not utilising the fleeting time in any meaningful way.
What I did learn from being cooped up in my home is to cook and not just throw ingredients together. The plus for hubby is, that he is still alive after eating some dishes with unpronounceable names and dubious ingredients.
Today is also bitter sweet. My mom is having a heavenly birthday. I look at my father. He puts on a brave face but as bossy as she was, he misses her probably more than any of us.
My dog and I sit at the window most days, gazing out into the street, in competition to see who barks first. We live in a quiet suburb so the competition is fierce.
I have almost forgotten how to put thoughts into words. Maybe some thoughts are not worth putting words to.
Much love to the friends I still have here.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
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