Last Day of Summer

Today will be a glorious last day.

Yesterday I got out my winter shoes - a sure sign that winter is looming in the horizon.

Tha fall fairs will start next week here in Massachusetts and we plan to attend. The Topsfield Fair is a big one and we have never been there.

I am reading a book called "The Joy of NOT Working". Every day I get up and don't have to rush out the door is a gift.

There's a thrift store in Salisbury, the next town to us. It's run by volunteers and the money provides food for all the food pantries in our area.

My plan is to volunteer since we benefit from all their hard work. What an interesting store. It should be fun.

My quilt is nearly finished and I have hopes of learning to use the long arm quilting machine recently discovered in Amesbury. You can rent it by the hour. I'll have to add the backing and the stuffing, have a little practise time and then go for it.

We have a troublesome neighbor who has a drinking problem. Everyone knows you can't reason with a drunk. What to do, to do. Mmmmmm.

Fall is my favorite season in spite of what lurks beyond.

Lost Forever

Divorce is never easy. The grown children seem to have a tougher time coming to grips with the split.

It would appear that my son is lost to me forever - therefore my two sweet grandchildren will be lost to me as well.

I am unsure how to process this grief.

It's been eleven years since the big "D". I thought I did the right thing by hanging in there for thirty-three years until the kids were all grown and out of the house. Somehow it's never enough.

Our family is small and my only brothers are still in Canada. My CLS (common-law spouse) has family too far to see often.

How sad to be seventy-one and have to endure such a loss.

It's possible I may have more grandchildren someday; I can only hope.

At what price do we have to pay to make our children happy?