around here

december

the last month of this crazy pandemic twenty twenty year

my birthday month

i will be forty eight this month

forty eight

almost fifty

almost half a century

and holy shit if that’s not a mind fuck

not so much over the age as a number but age as time

more often than not, i don’t feel forty eight

i certainly never even thought about forty eight

there were plenty of times when i thought i wouldn’t make it to forty eight

either by careless living or self depressed doing

but here i am

constantly shedding layers and becoming who i am supposed to be

happy friday friends

a gloomy morning

a three color painting

the power of green. and sunshine

an afternoon walk

inspired by red lately

first day of december. first dusting of snow

lots of new goodies in the shop

a pigsgiving in my old neighborhood

a dressed moment for errands and a lunch date

memories of a 6 year old Lilian

excited to get her back today for two weeks