Sunday

It is Sunday and the sun is shining! Yeah!!! And I am home. I like being home. I feel like I am always gone. My house is a mess, but I am actually cleaning! It is amazing what a little sunshine will motivate a person to do. I read somewhere to help get rid of clutter to throw 20 things away a day. I want to start trying that. I will keep track of how it is going.

To Be A One and Only

Do we all desire to be someone's one and only? What are we longing for? To be loved? Touched? To know that at the end of a long trip there is someone waiting at home for you, calling you to see if you landed safely. At the end of a day, when we crawl into bed, is there someone there to kiss you good night and to wrap their arms around you. What do we do when we had that and then it is gone just like that. Poof! You are alone. You can see the person that was there, you can hear his voice at times.
Will there be another? Do I want another? What if there are many? It isn't the same.

Wednesday

Wednesday, Wednesday....today is Wednesday. I was born on a Wednesday. Wednesday's child is full of woe. Pretty much sums me up! Worked all day-entering bills in the computer, paying bills. What would I do if I could do anything I want and make money? What is my passion.Pour cement? Nah. Something creative. Playing with fabric. Cutting it up and sewing it back together. Embroidering. Knitting. I am going to think about this and report back later.
I am tired tonight that makes me feel lonely. I would like to snuggle with someone. Brinkley where are you?

T

Dear T,
Why do I miss you so much? I only knew you for about a month. We met on the internet and our first encounter was a bar. You were my first date since my divorce. You were a surprise. A nice surprise. I had decided that somehow I was going to be kissed even before I met you. it had been so long since I had been kissed. You so politely asked if you could kiss me and I said yes. So nice, so sweet. For 3 hours we talked and kissed and I woke up for the first time in years. I was Sleeping Beauty and you were my prince. But, there is always a but, I couldn't handle all the mental and emotional feelings that were unleashed. I pushed you away. I talked to much and reacted too strongly. And now you won't speak to me. I hear music and think of you and tears drip down my cheeks. I miss your kisses. Your teasing. Our drives. I miss you. Good-bye T. Thank you for waking me from a dead sleep.
E

To Crochet or To Not Crochet

It is Saturday night and I am watching romantic movies on the Hallmark channel. While I watch TV I am doing laundry and trying to decide if I should crochet or sew. Oh the hard choices in life! The longer I take to decide the more likely it will be that I do nothing.
I am crocheting a ripple blanket. It is different than the afghans my mom use to make. It is very relaxing. It is like yoga without all the pain.
My next decision is pjs or nightgown. Oh the agony of it all!

Super Blah Sunday

Today is Super Bowl, I mean, Blah Sunday. I woke up feeling like my short stunt at dating is over for a while. Trying to find someone interesting and interested is so hard. Maybe I am trying too hard. I am going to let all me dating sites close and pray that my special person will be someone close to me. I wish I were happier. Or more encouraged. But I am not.