A deep, broad river of apprehension runs through my life, fed by tributaries of dread, terror and panic.
Category: Bicycle
Repair and Renew
I knew we were in trouble when the first passenger I introduced myself to on this ‘Three Hour Tour’ was a woman named “Ginger.” Yes, seriously.
Exhaustion, et al
This is straight up complaining. I apologize in advance, please feel free to deposit your own current nagging annoyances in the comments section and we’ll all feel better for having dumped a bit. Tomorrow I have a nice, special book giveaway; but today I kvetch. If you’ve noticed I’ve been quiet, it’s for 3 reasons:…
MacGyvering HoTN Together
So although my physical movement has been hampered with breathing difficulties and all-over body pain from the fibromyalgia, I’ve been able to get a great deal of work done, which is not bad!
I’m Not Supposed To Be Here
I am supposed to be camping an hour East of St. Paul. But here I am. Why? It rained like a son-of-a-gun. We set up our beautiful camp, everything was smashing! Max rode his bike to go get wood, we started a fire, then Max and Gerry left to go get marshmallows. And then there…
An AMAZING Week
I am fortunate in my daughter – she’s lovely, loving, funny, kind and just good company. And she can start a mean fire! The best part? I KNOW exactly how lucky I am!
Life Gets Away Again!
It was SO wonderful to see these good, funny, witty, wonderful friends again! Having the opportunity to show off my daughter to my college friends, and vice versa, was a dream come true AND comic gold.
New Stuff, New Outlooks
I’ve been feeling SO old, so worn out, so sick and aching and feeling SO sorry for myself (not on purpose, I’ve been trying hard to shake it!) It’s about time I moved ahead.
Knitting and Crochet Blog Tour – Crafting Balance
So my balance for this day (this week, this year – this life?) is trying to figure out how to let go of the myriad hurts I suffer (self inflicted or not) and forgive the source of them, even if that source is me.
Did you miss me?
It’s a silly kind of depressive feeling where I know I need help with some things, but I’m feeling just foolish and worthless enough to NOT ask for help.