I’m writing this while I’m supposed to be socializing. Which, if you think about it, is a strong indicator of how this evening is going... for me. For everyone else? Oh, they are thriving. Hubby included. Radiant. Engaged. Positively buoyant in a sea of handshakes and conversation. Meanwhile, I am over here realizing six months … Continue reading I Came. I Socialized. Everyone Else Was Thriving. I Executed The Restroom Dodge.
Category: Wandering Thoughts
The Wonderdog Strike: Until Further Notice
Let me explain how we got here. Earlier today…there was a situation. A stranger approached the house.There was movement.There were sounds.There was… paperwork. I took action. I alerted.I warned.I escalated appropriately. Management’s response? “Relax.” Relax. And that is when I knew… this “city house” organization no longer values my contributions. Also—while we’re discussing concerns—stranger people … Continue reading The Wonderdog Strike: Until Further Notice
My Lake Girl Era is Off to a Rough Start
Ok. So y’all know I’ve been out here reinventing myself. From city girl(population 10,000, thank you very much) into lake girl… Waxing eloquent about how much I love the water,how peaceful it is,how I enjoy the birds and the fish and all the serene, nature-filled moments. Just living my best reflective, nature-loving life. And of … Continue reading My Lake Girl Era is Off to a Rough Start
It Was Never Just a Room
I came home from the lake yesterday to do the thing I’ve been avoiding for weeks. Pack the quilting room. Although calling it a room has always been a bit generous. This was never just a room.It was where things were made and where thoughts made sense. It was a fully operational textile ecosystem. Two … Continue reading It Was Never Just a Room
No One Seems Concerned But Me
Y’all… I am not going to get worked up about this. I don’t have the energy. I have things to guard.The few things that are still here. Because strangers keep coming to the "city" house. They pull up.I hear them.I take my position. (Security is clearly a one-dog department.) I start the growl. Mama: “No, … Continue reading No One Seems Concerned But Me
Third Act With Pattie 