Thank you for all the insightful comments on yesterday’s post. I learned a great deal from your thoughtful input – don’t you love the dialogue that takes place in the comment section? I do.
Of course, after I write a post like that, I sometimes reread it late in the day and fall prey to the inevitable worry that I sound pompous. I sincerely hope that is not the case. When I write that sort of post, I’m trying, through words, to clarify an idea that has been hanging around in my brain. My intent is write it down, see if it makes sense, and share it with you.
I’m very careful about the things I choose to write about my parents, especially my dad. We have a very complicated, but loving, relationship. His alcoholism defined and shaped much of my youth, as it did with my siblings. I won’t write about that in any detail until he is no longer with us. I’ve spent years working through the long lasting effects of living with an alcoholic parent. I have more to work through; it’s an ongoing thing. So I choose to protect my dad at this point in time because he’s still with us. Because I love him.
That photo you see at the top of the post was taken yesterday. Don and I went out to breakfast in a neighboring town. That is the retaining wall behind a charming area of shops. I love the grasses that are planted along the top of the curving wall. The sky was a brilliant blue yesterday.
Today? Sunny but cold. The temperature is currently 21 degrees, but it feels like 8 degrees. Yikes. It’s very windy out there. Brrrrr. Or as Don says, “Raymond Burrrrrrrr.”
Just across the road from the first photo – on the Rail Trail. Our mountains are in the distance.
It’s pretty in these parts.
I have to finish a book today that is scheduled for review tomorrow. It’s a good one and I’m really enjoying it. I’m also going to do some work on the dollhouse. I had a mini crisis with the living room the other day. I was adding molding at the top of the fireplace wall when I slopped glue on a section of wallpaper. My attempts to make it go away just added to the problem. So I had to take down the trim around the door, strip a section of the wallpaper and redo the whole thing. Luckily I had some leftover wallpaper stashed away. All is well. But I don’t mind telling you that, for a moment, I was more than a little panicked!
Today is my late grandmother’s birthday. Thinking of you always, Grandma.
What are your plans for this Sunday?
(The winner of a copy of The Stranger You Know is Lori in Indiana. Lori, I will send you an email. Congratulations! Winners are always chosen by the Random Number Generator.)