Tag Archives: feelings
Oh Christmas Tree
My son prefers that holidays each have their time. Due to that, I do not decorate for Christmas until after Thanksgiving. I could if I chose, but it seems a small thing to wait. With Thanksgiving long over with, I … Continue reading
April Thirteenth; Considering Loneliness
What right have I? Seriously, all things considered, what right have I to be struggling? Especially when part of it is my own doing. Recently I have found myself in a place I thought I had left behind. I felt … Continue reading
December Twenty-ninth; What Really Needs To Be Packed Away
I need to get moving. I keep debating over whether to leave the decorations up for a few more days, or take them down. Nothing is in the way. The house will look very empty and plain once the colors … Continue reading
November Eighteenth; Thankful for a Voice
Concerning memories and emotions. I’ve been over on the other blog site, taking a walk down memory lane. (http://rebeccasrevels.blogspot.com/2017/04/) My posts there were more open then, more emotional. I need to find a way to return to expressing those emotions … Continue reading
September Second; Thoughts on Missing Out
Missing out. I have still not seen any signs of the missing kittens. Every once in a while I hear a thump under the house, but that could very well be one of the other kittens that I do see. … Continue reading
April Thirtieth; Bitter or Better?
It would be so easy to be bitter. To scream and shout and argue with any and no one that we should not have had to deal with what ever it was that life handed us. We did not deserve … Continue reading
April Twenty-fourth; What is Wrong With Me?
Empathic much? As a youth, when going to spend time at my paternal grandmother’s on Sundays for lunch, I could sit in the living room, and feel so absolutely alone. This was my family, but I didn’t fit. I could … Continue reading
April Nineteenth; Outrage
When was the last time I was outraged? Oh yes, I remember, I was a real jerk during that time. I acted like a self-centered, spoiled brat who hadn’t gotten their way and was going to make sure everyone around … Continue reading
April Fourteenth; Why do I Feel Guilty?
I keep saying I would love to get up to the mountain to get my hiking in earlier, and yet…here I sit. I’ve almost finished a pot of coffee, I’ve fed the cats and talked with mom, which didn’t go … 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
Words from The Dirt Road 