Tag Archives: emotions
Day 106; Footnotes of What Does Your Garden Grow?
I’m not a happy gardener. I had planted cucumbers the other day…I really, really love fresh garden cucumbers…I mean, really. But, when I went down to the garden today, the ones I had planted, had all died. They had looked … Continue reading
April Eighth; Anger is a Wasted Emotion…or is it?
I’ve had people apologize for making me mad, to which I reply, I don’t get mad. Dogs go mad. Semantics, mad, angry, same yet different. People then exasperated will correct with, I’m sorry I made you ..angry. To which I … Continue reading
April Fifth; How Can I Express Joy In This Moment?
I was somewhat forced into early retirement, due to the loss of my, job due to Covid. Sort of. Living mostly on limited Social Security is not easy. But not impossible. Yet it limits what I am able to do … Continue reading
March Seventh; And the Word of the Day is Thaw
I’m sitting here watching one of the feral cats attack a clump of grass in the back yard. I’m not sure what that grass may have done, but the cat is sure teaching it a lesson. One of the other … Continue reading
March 4; Countdown to That Day
I went back to the mountain today. Bella was just as excited about going and even remembered better about the way to act up there. I didn’t have any problems with her yesterday, but today she was moving out of … Continue reading
February Twenty-first; Thoughts on Infatuation
I tried to start this earlier, but grew weary of the struggle of trying to get my muse to speak to me. I believe my muse has become infatuated with the idea of self importance and only appearing when, well … Continue reading
Day Fifty-one; Footnotes of a Day of Honest Emotions
It looks as if the neighbors are having a party tonight. Or maybe its just a jam session. I have heard some drum playing off and on today. I have the main door closed against the cold and the … Continue reading
February Ninth; Emotion
Here I sit. I’m in my favorite spot, enjoying my coffee. Outside my windows the sky is that soft, winter grey completely obscuring any blue sky and blocking the sunlight. The feral cats have been appearing and disappearing as they … Continue reading
January Thirteenth; A New Heart
Once upon a broken relationship, I was told I was heartless. A lifetime ago, I was told I couldn’t handle a job I had been promoted to because I was too soft hearted. When I lost my husband and couldn’t … Continue reading
