Things I make, with my hands. It was one week yesterday, that you passed. There were a lot of people at your visitation. Alan showed up, as did Ernie and Dixie. Of course Sweetheart and I were there. Brother Clayton did such a fine job at your service. I met him at your visitation. I check on Kendall every day. We talked every day, anyway, when you and I talked he was always in the background saying stuff.

Some things are awesome, some not so much. 15 Reasons Summer Sucks for Parents. Your kids act like you are coating them with fire when you try to apply sunscreen.

So Kids, with the big news that Xanga might not be around after July 15th everyone seems to be wondering what will be next? I HAVE TO SAY I AM SHOCKED AND DELIGHTED THAT I COULD COPY AND PASTE MY XANGA BLOG DIRECTLY TO WORDPRESS. It is good for him to get out and talk to his former work friends. I am still trying to sell my new book.

I asked the universe in my dream word. No answer came except the conscious passing of pavement. An insistent buzz interrupted me. What? I could feel the frown forming, the confusion, the being pulled from dream to a buzzing phone. In a daze I reached for my phone and groggily answered without seeing who the caller was. Yes, hello? My voice croaked from early morning dryness. Tea and Sleep and Tiny Obsessions.

Random brain droppings of a young widow and mother. So Much Has Changed, So Much Remains the Same. Long time, no see. TWENTY FIVE! You can do it, little buddy! .

I desperately want to not be fat, but I have no will to change this. I think I am depressed. And I am so done. But I am sad for me. I guess I already know I am depressed. When I get the energy to care again. When my bones are old.