Happy New Year! 2018 is in the archives. I hope you had moments that made you grin and that you're able to put the more challenging ones in perspective. As always, I'm working on this! A few nights ago, I fell asleep early as Gil and the kids were watching the final Lord of the … Continue reading Whoa, 2019 – Happy New Year!
Since I got another library notification about overdue books in my inbox this morning, AND because I want to revive this poor neglected blog, it seemed like a perfect time to pull this beauty from the archives.
Enjoy! Hope the holiday season is treating you well. Lots of love, friends.
I just lost it on the poor woman who answered the phone at our local library.
I’m not proud.
And truthfully, I didn’t exactly lose it, but as someone who loathes confrontation and prefers every interaction to be the harmonious variety, it felt that way.
I received a freaking collections letter FROM THE LIBRARY in my mailbox today.
I’m still trying to pop my eyeballs back into their sockets.
I always hear money-conscious people say, “Just use your local library! It’s more economical!”
That may be true for most people, and it’s a good tip for a voracious reader like me. Amazon One-Click is entirely too easy for my impulsive nature.
BUT… I make more *donations* to the local library than I care to admit because I exist IN THE NOW. I remember to return books when I drive by the library as my borrowed items rest happily…
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I read this last night as I was about to sleep — my favorite part of the day lately. She describes so eloquently how I’ve been feeling the past few weeks. The comments are worth looking at as well. I know from experience that things will get better, but it’s not fun in the meantime. Anne’s blog and writing are amazing. I send love and light and hope she feels better soon.
Right now my favourite part of the day is the last half hour or so, which is the time I spend fighting the effects of my prescription sleeping pill. I get to ride this wave of sleepy euphoria, where the whirring, clanking machinery inside my head slows down and all of my limbs are loose and relaxed. It’s like being drunk or high, except that it feels very calm and safe — unlike other altered states of consciousness, I know that nothing can go wrong. When I finally do lie down, with the thought that I have several hours of blissful unconsciousness to look forward to, I feel everything draw away from me, my body suspended in a dark sea as I wait for sleep to gather at the edge of the horizon and then come crashing over me.
This is what I look forward to, from the time I wake up until…
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I recently discovered Tiffany’s delightful blog. LOVE this post. Enjoy!
Ahhh, the holidays. A time for family members to gather together and celebrate their unconditional love and support for one another; a time for reflecting upon the joys of — oh, who the hell am I kidding? It’s a time when family dysfunction rears its ugly head. A time when folks who normally don’t drink do, and those who do, drink too much. Cops are called, holding tanks fill to capacity, and faster than you can say “emotional suicide,” an accusation of “How could you forget the mashed potatoes?” turns into “How could you sleep with my sister?”
What is it about the holidays that brings out the worst in people? Stress? Mounting credit card bills? Food-induced hostility? Can’t we all just get along? (That’s a rhetorical question.)
Here are some suggestions for HOW TO AVOID FAMILY FIGHTS:
1. Become a Stepford listener: When your ignorant Uncle Frank starts spouting…
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