Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – apology
I apologize for being absent for so long… life has been, well life and one thing after another has kept me away. Things are looking pretty good though and I am back at it, trying to catch up. Hope you are all well! (((HUGS)))
Today is a tough day for me. It was thirty-three years ago that I was thinking about our destination number one on our honeymoon only a few hours after we had said I do, taken pictures and done all the tradition reception activities. We lived as a couple for nearly 22 years. The last few were hard. Alcoholism twists and torments a family until it is hard to recognize happiness. I separated from my long term marriage sure I had failed. But an amicable decision to divorce kept us on track as friends. And an extremely short 2 ½ years later he died.
I will always treasure the good years we had and the WONDERFUL daughter I was left with to go on. But after 8 years now, the death has still not killed the last of my love. I will always keep it tucked away. But I do yearn to find someone and wonder if there is a chance for a second “true love” for me.
I dated someone for many years, it was nothing like that “true love” and did not last. In middle age I wonder if I will ever get that chance for butterflies in my stomach and yearns when we are apart… I have to always hold onto hope.
I thought it was time for a little Mumble… and by the time the heat hits 90 in the next few days mumbling may be all I am doing as it is just too darn early to turn on the air conditioner (my opinion my change on that if we truly do have 4 days of upper 80s and low 90s). But I planned ahead when I saw the forecast and made my way to the store to buy a pedestal fan to circulate some air. It is merely 9am as I write this and already mid 60s and humid from yesterdays two inches of rain.
If you haven’t noticed, I am still not caught up with old posts, but I am still trying. I have however begun to try to hit the current posts of the day so I don’t double up on being behind. Little by little I will get it done. I really want to read all of the A to Z Challenge posts of those I follow so I will keep plugging away.
I just wanted to pop in and say hi. I need to go and open some windows to get the cool air in now. It was often a saying of my folks that whenever the temp was climbing higher to say, “We’re having a heatwave.” I just can leave that alone so here is the most famous heatwave I know of… Marilyn Monroe (sorry it is a pretty poor quality video).
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – heat
“A great attitude becomes a great mood, which becomes a great day, which becomes a great year, which becomes a great life.”
There is something to be said about a good attitude, a positive outlook, a peaceful state of mind… all can be influential on the rest of your days and the days of all those around you. So if you want to be in a good environment you have to produce a good environment yourself. Happiness can be contagious, pass it on!
“I think anybody who goes away finds you appreciate home more when you return.”
This is so true… maybe a hint of absence makes the heart goes fonder. It is also related to just being homesick when you are away from home. From small to large, there are so many things that a person can miss about home. From a special coffee cup to start the day out, to the feeling of sleeping in your own bed. After all, home is where the heart is, and absence makes the heart grow fonder.
“Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.”
I like the basic idea of this quote… it does only affect the living when we grieve. I never knew how hard funerals were in my youth but find more and more people I know are passing on. The best “memorial” was for my mom because she HATED funerals and said she would find a way to haunt us all if we did not have a party after she died. So we had music, alcohol and family and friends. We held a raffle to give away some of the afghans she had crocheted. It was a party. I still grieved her, but it was more of a celebration of all she had done.