So last week, according to the stars, I was experiencing my luckiest day of the year. Middle Chicken, Little Chicken and I spend the weekend perusing horoscopes after our saging session and find the week includes my luckiest day. Who knew? Since I still clock into a regular day job, dreams are not fulfilled. Ridiculousness,… Continue reading Lucky Day
Tag: widowhood
And I Am Envious…
Adjustment is the only constant in the world of widowhood. It's not just figuring out car maintenance, garbage hauling and tree trimming. It's also the good. The good is the stuff of bittersweet memories and jealousy so deep and green that if cut, I would gush emerald. Last weekend brought it home again. Two steps… Continue reading And I Am Envious…
Serendipity Strikes
This weekend found me trafficking bags at a holiday boutique. Financial success--not so much. Spiritual success--you be the judge. Serendipity struck as two amazing people fell into my life from out of the blue. A welcome respite to the asshats from the IRS lurking in the shadows circling for another piece of nothing. Or the… Continue reading Serendipity Strikes
Chickens Can Heal the Soul…
Baby Chicken is a writer. Not a quip hack like me; a real writer whose magic with imagery flows from her mind and onto paper as if words were flowers floating on water. She rarely shared her writing before The Norwegian died and it made him sad. He told her those with gifts have a… Continue reading Chickens Can Heal the Soul…