I came home yesterday from a short work trip. Got a mail from one of the banks advertising their holiday packages. I scanned thru it for a few seconds before it landed in my trash bin. Seriously? August 1, 2015. Yesterday was interesting to say the least. Hi Saya baru dpt debit card ni dan saya nak tukar the pin at that atm but bla. Boleh masuk menu sampai change pin tapi my attempt to change pin was cancelled. Kenapa ya? Sebab tu i nak tukar pin no! .

Vorrei fermarmi un attimo a respirare, posso? Secondo giorno al mare. Non si sono dati neanche tante botte, quindi insomma, positivo.

And Now for Something Completely Different. Learning to live the unplanned life. Guide for the recently widowed. Reflections as I end my third year of being a widow. July 30 is the anniversary of the day when I woke up and knew something was very, very wrong. Three years ago I drove to the hospital, following the ambulance carrying Rick. After three years I no longer actively grieve, but I do mourn. I gave up on act.

Just before I start this well researched and passive article has a sexism angle so if it upsets you to read about women being prejudiced against, I suggest you go read something else. Like the label on a protein bar. Did you have a bad day at work? Or the absolute worst. I suffer from friendly resting face, which is a million times worse.

Unrolling the mat in my mind. Today i promise to remember grace, following the beat of my heart. Let it be slow and kind to each rising moment. As i readily swallow what life has for me to drink. I crumble some days remembering me. Forgetting i learned the hardest lessons without my parents guide. I forget to puff out my chest and forward the notes from my past into the right here and now. Surely its good to take stock of the messy mistakes i made along the way. These feathers have weathered some storms.