"Be quiet" I say to myself. I don't need this little voice in my head to be giving me a hard time. I have a zillion excuses for not posting, I just can't remember them. I think someone has running stitched the days together and gathered them up into a few days. Surely 55+ days have not passed....... oh dear. I'm fooling myself.
This summer has been interesting. Yes, that's a good word. Interesting. All encompassing. It has been the Captain's summer. I have taken him to the camp, and at least 10 museums and even a Graveyard Walk, which was more difficult than he thought. It was difficult to run the walker over the rough ground around the old grave stones. We were both tired the next day.
The early mornings are getting crisp, showing that the end of summer is near. This morning, the air was still, and I looked across the hay field, and noticed, standing out against a green background, a maple tree with leaves already turning red.
I decided the other day to use a gift card given to me by daughter #1, to a local coffee house. When she first gave it to me, I thought that I would never use it, that the opportunity to go sit and have a coffee just wouldn't exist. Then I came to the conclusion that I would have to make the time to go, and spend even a short while in the quiet, that I needed it for my own mental health. Of course, this was the reason my daughter gave it to me in the first place. I am just a little slow.....
This is being written on different days, because life gets in the way. The desire to write ebbs and wains and the result is a hodgepodge of this and that.
Saying that, I think I will give up on trying to write anymore. It has taken me days to get this much done. I will add a few pictures and call it a day. I will start fresh soon, I hope.
Granddaughter Lindsay. Gala Days Princess
She was named Miss Spirit
which she has lots of.
Aslan and I having a bit of a cuddle.
Can you tell by the bags under the eyes that I needed it
more than he did.
Life has been a bit rough of late. Looking forward to better days
