I love a good quote, and I wish I was one of those clever people who had a million of them readily accessible for every situation, attributions included, but alas, despite numerous books of quotes at the ready, I’m not. I’m the person that can paraphrase and give you the gist. I might pull the speaker’s identity if it’s a quote I’ve referenced before. I’m … Continue reading I’ve Started A Quote Notebook
I think it’s my Gen X genes that make me think fondly of potpourri. It was a display staple made up of colourful, perfumed mixes of dried pinecones, twigs, flowers, and botanicals, displayed in various bowls and urns. Country kitchen design choices had a moment across most of North America during the nineteen-eighties, especially in urban areas. In my opinion, we develop a lot of … Continue reading It’s Potpourri Time
I’m not a good person to be around these days. I’m a little bit mean and a little bit nasty, a little too often, and when you add a side of impatient judgmentalism, you get someone who should practice being a hermit more. Preferably a hermit who doesn’t send messages or emails, or who makes calls to businesses or people I want to maintain relationships … Continue reading I get mean when I struggle – a journal joint.
Thin and Defensive In early April, I got into another argument with my daughter. ‘Argument’ is a bit of a misnomer – it was more in line with a harangue by her towards me. It caused me a fair bit of mental distress, and I’ve come to realize that we can’t live together again. It’s not good for me. It’s not good for either of … Continue reading Flirting With Relapse – a journal joint.
