Well, I’m about to do the dirty deed. No, not that.
I feel like I am offering myself up for slaughter. And I am turning over a good chunk of my pride and self-respect. Walls that I have built for protection will be knocked over and useless.
It almost feels like I’m prostituting myself.
I am so very blessed. I will be spending the rest of my life with my dearest friend.
I was reminded of how great our life together will be when we were discussing the Quran and the Bible today. We will have a lifetime of intense discussions and quiet ponderings.
I’m sleepy right now and wishing that I were with him so that he could read poetry to me.
I am spending some time this evening writing posts for Musings. I’ve realized that I’m far more adept at short blogs than expanded ones. With that in mind, it should not take long to have a collection of posts ready to put up as needed. Some are specifically about writing, but others are just about life. That’s the wonderful thing about writing, though. In the end, everything pertains to writing.
Isabella Blue.
What I am I going to do with you?
Two of my precious eight hours of solitude were spent chasing down Elizabeth’s dog and that’s okay with me. Make no mistake, I would have preferred the extra two hours of relaxation, but what’s the point in life if you don’t have people and critters to love, to give up your time and space for, to chase down and bring back home?
This picture was taken ten minutes after she came back inside. Two hours of running like lightning will wear a dog out.
It’s time to buckle down and write. It has been a few days. I’ve not been myself, as I’ve mentioned before. The time has come to buckle down and buck up, little buttercup! Life is good. God is good. And writing makes me feel sooooooo good! Here I go…
I hate this part of life. The tragic death part.
I found one of the baby bunnies on the sidewalk this morning. Well, the bottom half of the precious baby. A dog must have gotten a hold of it last night.
He flipped the switch on! Yes! A light is now shining at the end of the tunnel! I love him!
The workplace witches are going to have a field day with this one! No specifics set. Not even close. And now no monthly public declaration of adoration. I can hear it now. “I’ll bet she made this all up!” “Poor Susan.” “She just doesn’t want to tell us that she was an idiot.” “I knew it was too good to be true.”
