Ugly…

Did you ever have one of those days?  Those ugly, awful days?  I am not talking about things going wrong around you, I am talking being so ugly yourself that you don’t even want to be you? Yesterday I was meaner than cat dirt…  There is no other way to describe it.  I wanted to

The ABC’s of Moving…

Thought I would try a different approach to writing about the past few weeks… A ~ auto accident while showing our oldest daughter around our new area… nothing serious, a fender bender for them, a dented passenger door for us. B ~ broken ribs (five of them) for a good friend of ours who was

At Long Last… Home…

Home is where the heart can laugh without shyness. Home is where the heart’s tears can dry at their own pace. ~Vernon Baker We lived in Downeast Maine during the last year of the 70’s and the beginning of the 80’s.  We had been married five years. There was another young mother who had a

Kitchen Memories…

Two years ago yesterday we moved to our current home.  We did not like it here.  It was not the house we wanted to be in, yet, we had to move since the owners of our previous home wanted to live there.  We understood why they wanted to be there, it is a great home.

Some Days…

Some days it is cold and rainy.  It is dreary and gray outside.  The rain beats steadily down on the roof and the birds stick close to the remaining foliage on the trees. Some days it is nice to sit wrapped up in a blanket and do nothing.  Chat with friends from long ago, online. 

Searching for Happily Ever After…

Hubby and I are on a quest of sorts…  We are in the process of finding our forever after home.  Being a military couple, we have had our share of moving.  Granted, we were at one place for almost 28 years, but, we did have one move during that time. This is hopefully the last

Home Again…

This has been a busy year.  We usually do not travel much, the occasional trip to see Little Man (which is never often enough) and an occasional weekend away. Although this year is almost over, I still feel like it is March.  The time has flown by that quickly. The summer we spent in my

On Visiting the Folks…

Today I visited my father.  He didn’t say much, in fact he said nothing.  He is like that, and has been since he passed away several years ago. I know that opening sentence is a bit callous, but, I can tend to be a bit glib when talking about my folks. I still miss them

Home smells….

As I have written, we are in our childhood hometown.  We have been here three weeks today.  The time here has been like a series of flashbacks in a bad movie…  Wherever I walk, drive, ride or roam, there are memories.  Some of them good ones too. Today, as I was walking our puppy (yes,

Being Back Home…

When you leave your hometown, it is rare to have an extended visit, unless you move back home.  I left my hometown the day after I married. I was nineteen when I left this city. For years I thought I would move back here.  I dreamed about it and mentally planned it. I just thought it