i thought you’d be here in the morning

~~my journal 2/18/2020 - "death is so sudden, even tho we were waiting.  I wish I'd taken time last night - - but no, I just wanted to finish washing dishes and mom is always so needy.  I'm glad I checked on her.  She said she felt strange and should we worry about it.  I …

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6 hours

We leave moments after the caregiver arrives.  Friday.  11 a.m.   I feel relieved to go and guilty at the same time. He takes the long way around to the coast.  We drive for two hours through beauty that should be enjoyed and photographed, but I keep nodding off.  No pictures.  No conversation. I am tired …

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The Last Someday ~ A Memorial

Originally posted, May 2012 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I've been thinking a lot about that sneaky word - Someday... ... about how I let it rob me of time I thought I had... and what am I going to do about that now? ... about my parents as they face major change.  As Mom said the other day, …

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my favorite day

We spent eleven full days visiting our son and his family in North Carolina.  Any one of those days could easily be considered a favorite.  We're not hard to please... just sitting around drinking coffee qualifies.  Did the occasional afternoon nap qualify?  Yes.  Yes it did. Fortunately we share a fondness for haunting antique shops, …

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light on the horizon

I don't have words for this space lately.  At least not words fit to publish. Maybe it's media overload.  Maybe it's storms and loss and hurting people.  Maybe it's too much political trash talk. All I know is last Friday, Doug and I took the long way home after a few days away from normal. …

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narrow bands of time

Last weekend we made the familiar 10 hour drive south.  Since my husband and I wouldn't see my uncle until the next day and there were no motel rooms available anyway, we drove the extra hour into San Francisco. That choice gave us dinner at a favorite restaurant, and an unseasonably affordable, beautiful hotel room …

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A Remembrance

The name may sound similar, as in the outlaw from back in the day, but Jesse Jamison was actually a blacksmith in mid-1800's Indiana. I think I know how Elon, his mother, felt when he enlisted in the 66th Indiana Volunteers. When your child chooses the military way, you live with a mixture of pride …

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seeing thru the smoke

My husband and I like fresh air. The good news is we both love the house filled with fresh air. The bad news is we have varying criteria, methods and internal thermostats. I may be feeling perfectly comfortable when he will suddenly fling wide the front and back doors.  While this creates a lovely wind tunnel effect …

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the thin line between good and hard…

If you post on Facebook regularly, you are familiar with your "memories" from a year or two or five popping into your daily newsfeed. This week, this photo memory caught my attention. It was exactly one year ago that one of my new daughters-in-law very bravely, on her own, bought a cute little house.  She searched, …

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What you left me…

She was born 138 years ago. Married at 19. Died at 95. In between the beginning and ending she raised five children, kept home with none of the conveniences we take for granted, was an accomplished pianist and did fine needlework.  She survived the 1906 San Francisco earthquake while pregnant with her oldest daughter. She worked hard, …

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