September 11, 2021 NOTE: This is a republish of the post I did on September 11, 2020 with an updated title and corrected/refreshed content. The original comments are still attached. You do not have to read or comment on this post. I recorded it for myself. Horror in real time. I was 44 years old.
Today I am 64 years old. A few things from my life . . . so far. My dad told me I was born during a blizzard. I checked – yep, true. My baby book says my mama named me (Diana Gayle) and her first words when I was born were, “We got us a
I’m here. Just haven’t had the heart to blog the past few weeks. I will be 64 in another week. And right now I’m feeling every bit of that age. Too much heartache and unhappiness going on in all parts of our family . . . the grownup kids and the grandkids. This time it seemed
The players in these stories:Me & Jerry = gramma & grampaJohn = sonNova & Aero = 5 yr old granddaughter & 2½ yr old grandson (John/Elissa’s kids)Andrew = 19 yr old grandson (Jeff/Amanda’s son) NOTHING TO SEE HERE Several months back, Jerry was sitting on the couch tying one of Aero’s shoes. This of course
Don’t faint . . . it’s another December post! (However, after this post, I’ll be absent until after the first of the year.) I spent all of yesterday power cleaning the apartment (which doesn’t take much, but hey, the wording sounds good, right? 😂). Even had both windows open for a couple hours in the