Call me a sucker. The way to my heart is through my stomach. Continue reading “The healing power of food”
Death of a dream
Some friends and I started to inventory Mike’s production gear last night (thanks Julie and Tom). I’m going to sell it. It doesn’t justify itself as rental gear–not enough income. And the rate at which things become obsolete, selling sooner rather than later makes the most sense.
And when I sell, I’ll be able to pay off some of our business debt.
A Poem
Sorrow by day
Sleepless nights
This Life an empty shell
Hell on Earth
Heading for the breakdown
Today, I took my first still photo gig since Mike died. It wasn’t much. Drive to a desolate mobile home near Guntersville, meet the wife of a man on death row (she met and married him 15 years AFTER he was convicted), take a photo of a photo of the happy couple during a prison visit and head back to B’ham. Continue reading “Heading for the breakdown”
Going through the wreckage
I think that maybe one of the best ways to deal with the wreckage that my life seems to have become is to go through every file, every photo, every card that I’ve saved over the years and either get rid of them, or put them together in some way that makes sense. (Dumping them into a plastic box doesn’t count).
Continue reading “Going through the wreckage”
The floodgates open
Last night, I had a dream that Avery and Marley and I went swimming at Turkey Creek, and the water was extremely high. Avery had jumped in the water, which made me panic, because he cannot swim so well yet, but there he was paddling away, as I know he can, and also, miraculously, breathing too. What a relief. I then turned to Marley who took her turn jumping into the dangerously high water. Lo and behold, she also could swim. Much better than I thought she could. Continue reading “The floodgates open”
Just say no
I hate waking up in the morning as the soft sunlight filters through my newly-installed windows onto the brand new crown moulding in my freshly-painted bedroom (all of which Mike enjoyed for less than one week). Continue reading “Just say no”