I will stop thinking about how it’s a temporary job, or not a dream job. I will remember that it is a job that enables me to live up here, to use some of what i learned in school, and I have a boos who voluntarily supports me.
Amy came by, and we sat in the garage and told each other some old secrets. I am lucky to have a friend up here.
I just felt like drinking a sparkling wine cocktail out of a fancy glass on a Saturday night. As one does.
Watching the snow blow about while ensconced on the couch with a book, blanket, and felines.
…tastes so much better when talking with a friend.
I love how long shadows of bare trees look on smooth snow.
I am so so happy to have made friends up here, but I hate the fact that I can’t hug Heidi when she’s down.
I’m grateful to have this recipe, still in my mother’s neat handwriting. They make me feel good, a bit of happy in a lightly spiced, lightly sweet cookie.
No book, no beer, nobody around. Just me with sun on my face, revelling in the heat of the hot tub. A life is good moment.