I hate these days

Its good to be crazy Sometimes

The way we have been doing the school run is that my partner (I really should give him a better nickname) will either do the drop off or the collection, depending on what he is working.

There have been the odd few days like tomorrow, when his work start him at 9am and finish at 3.30pm

Meaning he can do neither, we have had the conversation about just leaving monkey at school till four and hoping he is ok, but that is frowned upon, as is dumping the poor lad in the playground at 8.15 in the morning.

This means, I have to do it, which results in nights like this when I just stare at the clock ticking down, till I fall asleep with a knot in my stomach.

As I have explained in a previous post the actual doing doesn’t seem to be a problem, but the come…

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My Week 216: Brotherly Love

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I’m on a boat! Yes, mydangblog is travelling. I’ve been superbusy this week getting work stuff done and then getting packed up to go, so here’s what I have for you. You know I write this blog, and you might know that I’m a published novelist, but I also write short stories. I’ve only ever posted one (Donut Store Memories), but I thought I’d share this one with you just for fun. OK, it’s not particularly funny–in fact, it’s kind of dark, but I hope you like it. I’ll be back next week with tales of my adventures but for now…

Brotherly Love

Jackson Wills had loved Joy Wills from the first moment he’d seen her in the Stag And Horn Pub five years ago. She had come towards him, smiling, hand outstretched. Even from a distance, he could see the delicate bones of her wrist, the porcelain skin, and the fine…

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Luxurious Mountain Fall

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Fall has been fantastic in Western North Carolina this year. And I love everything about it!

I love the sensation of a cool breeze on my skin and the crunch of leaves beneath my feet.

I enjoy long walks with my dog and cat ( yes cat) looking up into the boughs of autumnal colored trees.

I jump on the pumpkin spice train every fall. That’s lattes, breads, doughnuts- anything pumpkin spiced I’ll eat it-without shame.

I rejoice when the temperature drops below 60 degrees and I can dive into my scarf basket. I live for cooler weather so I can play winter dress-up in coats, hats, scarfs and gloves- and then complain it’s too cold!

So here’s some amateur I-phone photography celebrating fall near my home.

The dog and cat are enjoying the fall pleasures as well.

Photography By: cperciaccanto

Quotes By: Country Living And KeepInspiring.me

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Sunday haiku – library

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This Saturday’s fun:

Walter Science Library

Yes, I am a geek!

Walter libraryUniversity of MN – Walter Science Library

There is such joy in spending time researching in libraries! Endless information and treasure. I am grateful for my medical writing project which brought me back to the place where I earned my Master’s degree 12 years ago.

cristy@meximinnesotana.com

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Daily Addictions: Muse and MLMM Saturday Mix 11-10-18

The Bag Lady

It used to be simple

You were my muse

Delighted in every vowel you used

Telling me how you loved me

Does love ever last?

Can it really be without ending too complicated?

I used many consonants trying to keep you near

But the two vowels I remember most are

Love….

Over and end.

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Fun Foto Challenge: Tools

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This week’s Fun Foto Challenge from Cee’sPhotography is for the topic:

TOOLS

Here’s my take on it:

My songs of the day are:

”Paint The Town Beige” by Robert Earl Keen

”Brushed” by Paul Weller

”All Canadian Surf Club” by The Tragically Hip

“Birmingham” by Shovels & Rope

“Dog Paddle” by Modest Mouse

”Surf’s Up Tonight” by Midnight Oil

”Brush Away” by Alice In Chains

”Paint It Black” by The Rolling Stones

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A Really Sad Reminder That Life Does Not Last Forever…

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A Really Sad Reminder That Life Does Not Last Forever…

In the last 2 months I have lost 2 friends from high school.  I wouldn’t say either were close friends now, but back in high school they were in my larger circle of friends.  The latest friend to die was a girl named Tonya (name changed for privacy reasons) and her death has hit me fairly hard.  When I was in high school my mom’s company did business with her mom and dad so she and I would talk here-n-there between classes and had kept in touch via Facebook.

She was a kind person who would often comment on my blog and/or FB posts with words of encouragement and always seemed interested in how I was doing as I dealt with the impacts of MS.  She leaves behind a husband and 3 daughters ages 10, 13 and 17.

She was in relatively good health and went to bed one evening and died in her sleep.  I cannot imagine how her family is feeling at this point and attempting to imagine their position leaves me feeling empty and incredibly sad.

I guess if you must die now that is about as peaceful a way to go as any other.

Tonya was my age and it is hard for me to accept I have gotten to the point in life when my friends are beginning to die.  In a way it forces me to contemplate my own mortality.  What have I done with my life?  Am I wasting the time I have remaining?  Am I spending enough time with my family?  But more than these questions, I have been sad.  And the sadness I feel is real and subtle.  It isn’t a crying my eyes out sadness, but a foundational sadness, a tangible shaking in my soul, quiet type sadness.  It is hard to explain, but it has disturbed my complacency.

This coming week Evelina and I will attend her funeral and I will see many friends from high school.  Her family will bury her and life will begin to move again.  Her husband will return to work eventually, her kids will return to school and life will continue on; minus a husband and a mom.  The reality is their life will never be the same.  October 31st will always have a different meaning.  It will be sad in many ways.  It will bring about happy memories.  But life will never, ever be the same.

One day I hope someone has good things to say about me.  It is difficult for me to imagine not being alive, but I understand there will come a day when all of my questions about the after-life will be answered.

I would prefer the after-life continue to be a mystery for many years to come.

Danny

Its the I am all caught up weekend Share #54

Its good to be crazy Sometimes

Well I will be tomorrow, but the flat is all nice and clean and I only have to do a few more bits of paperwork before that is all done and then I get the job I have been looking forward to, but slightly putting off which is the furniture list and figuring out where everything goes, so I can start figuring out where to put the pictures.

Anyway, lets have a great party

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If you have never done this before, give it a go, you lose maybe 30 seconds of your life adding a link and you never know who might see it, I will, my mum probably will, so its well worth it.

As everything is life there are rules, if you are new or just need reminding here they are

Rules are very simple,

  1. You can share up to five links
  2. They can be a post, your…

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Why Asking for Help Isn’t Easy: My Post on the NAMI National Blog

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I’m excited that a piece I wrote for NAMI’s National Blog has been published! How stigma prevented me from receiving medical help for panic disorder. Please Click here to read.

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(Note, this is not an excerpt)

Sometimes people ask how I was able to hide my panic attacks for 20 years. My first thought: I have no idea, I just did. I felt there was no other choice.

The reason, even though I wasn’t aware of it at the time?

Stigma.

Growing up, I felt different than the other kids. I was sure they’d never understand the frightening symptoms I experienced. I didn’t want my friends, or even my family, to know. I didn’t want them to worry and think I was strange.

Most of the time I was fine. So why talk about it? I can handle this on my own.

Years later, I realized I didn’t need…

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