dear diary

its been weeks of rain. and gloom. some pretty scary weather. and devastation for many. heartbreaking. breathtaking. beautiful.

it renews your respect for Mother Nature. such power.

it renews your faith and I count my blessings. such protection.

I don't know if it the dreary days. stormy nights. it is worry. concern. compassion. but I feel inconsolable.

I sit and stare at the monitor and think if I type it out. it will help. so I type. and perhaps you read. and understand. and say, yeah, me too!

I think that is the benefit of you, dear diary. you listen. and help me sort it out.

'today I start a diary; it's against my usual habits, but out of a clearly felt need.'

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love grows. happy anniversary to us.

'you are my greatest adventure.'

Tuesday ramblings

my reading goes in spurts. even though my books pile up. so last night I picked up Ava Lavender. and I read. and read. and read. and this morning. just now. I finished. tearfully. it will haunt me for a few days. it was an odd. lovely. quirky. emotional read.

I'm feeling today will be that sort of day. odd. lovely. quirky. emotional.

the sky is a mix of half gray clouds and shiny horizon. the threat of rain. that can't quite make up its mind.

the temperature is cool. with a warming afternoon.

the hubs is traveling. he's not been away for awhile. and I've been enjoying. ever so spoiled by. the pre-retirement days. together.

the garden needs weeding. my therapy. and there are beautiful blooms on the yuccas. my delight.

and the next book.

'you must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.'