a very good night

It was a bitter cold evening, but Brandon looked great and pitched great! There was just one very important person missing. Gary loved to watch Brandon pitch and would swell up with so much pride, I thought he would burst. 

Brandon, you make us all proud every day.

two-by-two

I am quickly realizing the full weight of having to make every decision on my own... the worry over maintaining a house and property rests on my shoulders now and it's a scary thing. Well, maybe not scary, but worrisome at least. Damn! Every time I sit down to write one of these blog posts, I end up in tears.

Anyway, two-by-two is so much better than solo.

intersection

a wider view

I am going to try taking a wider view in (some of) my photos. I have a tendency to start shooting and then get in really close... fascinated by the small details that most of us miss. But I want to learn to see the bigger picture and hone my landscape and cityscape skills.

And... a broader perspective in other areas couldn't hurt either.

the heart

My first thought was to just avoid the whole Valentine's Day hoopla... have a heart-less day, sorta. It seems that I would have to hide under my bed in order to do that, so I am now just trying not to be a Debbie Downer... a wet, red, hearts-and-flowers blanket on everyone else's hoopla.

Trying....

do not forward

Please do not forward those emails that promise that my wish will come true

if only I will forward the email on to 10 of my closest friends, including you. 

Ten million emails will not make my wish come true.

now brewing...

A wise friend reminded me that although the "old" normal is gone, a new one will take its place. Indeed, though I feel frozen in time, life is pushimg me forward - a little more each day.

Do I want to go there? No, I do not. I want to go back... 

back to the comfortable, worn-into-each-others-grooves days. 

Where we could finish each others sentences. 

Where we would often say "I was just thinking the same thing!" 

Where the house did not seem so empty and quiet.

Where the promise of a warm, sunny day felt good.

two months

Two months. I seem to be falling into a routine that gets me through the day. Who am I kidding? I don't have a routine. But, I'm getting pretty good at pretending that I'm okay. I go through the motions, do what needs to be done, lay my head down at night and somehow, eventually, it is morning again. Two months.