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So much has changed since this started. Monday, January 12. Trying for the life of me to think of some words that ring true. شركة مكافحة حشرات بالجبيل. شركة كشف تسربات المياه بالجبيل. شركة تنظيف بخميس مشيط. شركة تنظيف بحفر الباطن. شركة تنظيف براس تنورة. شركة شراء الاثاث المستعمل. شركة تنظيف منازل بالرياض. شركة تنظيف منازل بالرياض. شركة تنظيف واجهات بالرياض. شركة تنظيف مجالس بالرياض. شركة تنظيف مساجد بالرياض. شركة تنظيف قصور بالرياض. شركة تنظيف مسابح بالرياض. شركة تنظيف فلل بالرياض. شركة تتنظيف شقق بالرياض.
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fingerprints left behind: Hearts full of Love
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My wee creative outlet in any form or style - you never know what you might find here. Saturday, January 24, 2009. Hearts full of Love. Both of my girls were busy sewing hearts last weekend especially Isabell. Look at big pile she made with Oma's help. But she sewed all the bows on by herself and each has a different pearl or bead. She was working really hard all afternoon. Here is Chiara' heart. Isn't it cute? 0 fingerprints left behind:. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The DONE List of 2009.
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So much has changed since this started. Thursday, January 1. The cats are curled up on the radiator. The kitchen floor still needs to be mopped. My feet are tired and my back is tired but my eyes are wide open. For the moment everything is quiet and I am happy being quiet. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Not for ourselves alone. Its hard, these days, to find a thing to say. I . Trying for the life of me to think of some words t.
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So much has changed since this started. Wednesday, January 7. One is the song stuck in my head. Two are the children up in their beds. Three is the ache that won't go away. Four are the bills still left to pay. Five are the points on the morning star. Six are the strings on my old guitar. Seven is loneliness. Always. Again. Eight is the turnaround. Turnaround then. Nine is the steps walking back to the start. Ten it is over and time to part. Welcome back. I love reading your posts. Not for ourselves alone.
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So much has changed since this started. Tuesday, January 6. All of a sudden the night isn't young. I forgo all that is left undone-. The cleaning, responding, the bills and the work. So that years from now my daughter. Will remember me playing the fiddle. Downstairs while she was falling asleep. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Not for ourselves alone. Its hard, these days, to find a thing to say. I . Trying for the life of me to think of some words t.
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ironstone whirlygig: January 2013
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So much has changed since this started. Sunday, January 13. Sunday afternoon, back aching from coughing all night. Shoulders sore, body tired. If I had television I could watch football all day and nobody would think ill of me. Instead I wander around the house trying to find something small to do. Make soup. Knit limes. It may be all I can muster. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Not for ourselves alone. Sunday afternoon, back aching from coughing all ni.
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ironstone whirlygig: February 2012
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So much has changed since this started. Monday, February 27. She had another seizure. Four in the morning. She fell this time, hard,on her face. By the time I find out she is at the nursing home again. When they tell me she is asleep. When I leave she is asleep and I smell like my mother's blood. Monday, February 6. Today she said my name. She hasn't said my name in a long time. I said my name and then she said my name. It could have been any name. It was my name. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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ironstone whirlygig: October 2012
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So much has changed since this started. Monday, October 22. Monday morning coming down: bills paid, laundry in, broth on. Trying to catch up. Calls that need to be made: doctor, dentist, electric, gas. Food in the fridge needs to be cooked. Vegetables to be dealt with. Green tomatoes to gather. Today I have lists of things to do. None of them seem to matter. Everything I finish leaves me with a feeling of loss. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Not for ourselves alone.
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So much has changed since this started. Thursday, January 8. Two aisles in and I find myself sad in Market Basket. I can't even make myself smile at the old people so I try not to make eye contact. Not even with the white-haired woman who lived with Danuta. I decide to skip much of the store. Get what we need for lunches and dinner. Look toward the end of the aisle. By frozen foods I am nearly crying. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Not for ourselves alone.
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ironstone whirlygig: July 2014
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So much has changed since this started. Saturday, July 19. I dreamed about my mother last night. I dreamed about my mother last night. This happens when I haven’t seen her for a while. If I were a different person I would call it a visitation. That’s what it felt like: a visit. She wasn’t well but she was better, like the her of a few years ago. She knew who I was. We walked through roads around the water. She smiled at me. We said some words,. There weren’t many to say. Screaming at the top of her lungs.
