Found out that Someone's great aunt passed away last weekend. I hope she has a peaceful journey to the next life, whatever it may be. I should call Nanny and give her my condolences, but I just can't, right now. My hear's too heavy, and crying on the phone is counter-productive.
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Sprout got some helium filled balloons on her birthday. One of them is still floating up to the ceiling. She likes to pull on the ribbon and watch if float back up. I can't believe it's still going!
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Nothing smells like breakfast like potatoes and onions cooking.
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I don't much care to eat, these days, but I do. I am trying to make things that are especially appetizing, but it isn't helping very much. My stomach is just in knots all the time. Unfortunately for my mid-section and arse, ice cream and chocolates seem to go down just fine.
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I am once again reminded by the world at large that I have no real value to society. I am worth nothing because I don't make money and must rely on others. I am, in fact, a negative...I don't contribute but I consume. It is unpleasant to know that I am what so many people openly revile as a social parasite.
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I am making bacon in the oven. I'm not sure how I feel about it...on the one hand, it sure is easier AND faster than using my trusty bacon-frying-pan-o-wonder, but on the other, it's just...not...the same...
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I'm in a very bad frame of mind. Once more, February has proven it is horrid. There are bright spots in this darkness, but they are swallowed up, they can't cut the shadows, and I am tired enough to wish they would extinguish themselves rather than offer false hope that there is anything good for me in this world. This is not self-pity. It is simply how I feel.
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Am I the on;y one who puts cream cheese in their scrambled eggs? Y'all don't know what you're missing.
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I am going to plant peas in the garden today.
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What're you up to?
I wish you realized how much you are loved by so many people. Your worth is not in dollars but in your kindness and generous spirit.
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