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
