I love my beautiful city..
means the river runs high
I’m a worrier. It’s the thing I like least about myself, besides my nose. This last year has been one of lots of change and projects and events, all perfect ingredients for a big worry pie. Selling my house has been the biggest source of anxiety since I don’t remember when. God bless house sellers and buyers. It’s a trial, it is. And, without jinxing myself, things are coming into place for this one adventure to come to a nice end. Offers have been made and accepted and now it’s inspection time and paperwork. These are my wishes..
everything works out
the lovely new home owners at my sweet Halsey house love it as much as I have and do
that cpb and I love our new digs as well as we begin a new chapter
that moving is easy
that my Luka likes high rises
that our realtor still likes us despite my neediness and constant worrying
My prayer..God, keep us in your embrace, I need you holding me together. All is as it to be, let me remember this…amen
Chris and I have to be out of the house for a spell, house hunters are looking at our place again. We’ve hunkered down for some coffee in NW.. and I knit while Chris works on the NYT crossword. it’s almost as good as a bath!
for the house to sell
for jury duty at the end of this month
to get a job
to make an appt with the dentist
for it to snow
for my bangs to grow out…I should have never cut them
for the day I don’t worry
for all my bills to be paid in full
to see God
This is Chris on the beach last spring. A painting of mine had gotten into a show at a gallery on the coast and we made a trip down for the opening. I was revisiting my pictures and found this. It was a lovely day and the beach was packed. I was able to take this picture with Chris looking like he’s alone.
taken outside of Margaret’s locker at PSU
In a time of great despair in my life, I was offered kindness and support by an unlikely ally. She was one of only a few who decided to put aside judgment and simply offer love. May my heart be as open as hers.