It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.
Saturday we packed up the garage (with help). Dusty, dirty, and exhausting. Sunday we attended and then hosted a farewell party for our Ukrainian roommate, who is going back to Ukraine despite all our protests. Yes, two separate gatherings. Heart wrenching. This morning, we visited our new apartment building to get set up with a […]
Oh your photo is pretty and delicate. 😀
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And here I thought you had been drinking. 😉 Beautiful haiku, V.J.
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Hahaha – oh those days are long past, Dorinda.
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Yes, I hear ya! Now it’s just iced tea without Long Island in it lol
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