2 be Bliss, as I dance along the road to Nirvana...

Good morning everyone and Happy Monday. I hope everyone is doing well. I'm doing as well as I can, under the circumstances. So much going on... This is a very emotional time for me and I'm crying as I write this post. Uppermost in my mind is my dad. We just rang off. I also talked to him yesterday. He sounded better physically today than yesterday. His voice was stronger, his responses were faster, and he seemed to be in better spirits overall. But mentally he's still in a warp of some sort. He has a medical procedure scheduled for the end of August and it's worrying him terribly. Each time I've talked to him in the past several weeks, he's brought up the procedure and has told me it was scheduled for "next week". One time I talked to him and he was crying. It was heart-breaking to hear my dad cry and I cried too. He told me to look after his wife if anything happened to him. His wife later told me that he thought he would die dur...

Today's observation: When people make promises but don't keep them, they're just being who they are. Sometimes they aren't aware. Sometimes they are. La vida...

Happy Thursday everyone! It's been a whirlwind two weeks for me. Glutton for punishment that I am, I re-visited the Hunk. Literally. Twice. Yes, yes, yes. I know. I probably shouldn't have.  😆 But I thought it was worth making sure. And it was. I am now sure we are not meant to be. Not in the way he or I had hoped for. 😐 At times like this, I am reminded of how thankful I am to have had Mr. Bliss in my life. He taught me so much about love and what's acceptable and what is not. He was a man who stood proud and tall, although his physical stature was only 5' 7". Not proud in the sense of "Pride goeth before a fall". (Although we did have a few incidences of that during our relationship. 😆) Mr. Bliss took a quiet and humble pride in being who he was: a man who loved unconditionally, a man of peace and reconciliation, a man of compassion who very rarely had anything derogatory or harsh to say about another living thing. He w...

Something beautiful I came across this morning: The Red Thread by Jennifer Grant

Good morning everyone. It's been a long week for me and I'm exhausted but it's time to hip y'all to more details of my latest adventure. First,  I came home last night because it really was time to get outta Dodge. There is nothing like the comfort of being surrounded by the things that are familiar and welcoming and I remain ever thankful to have my own roof to return to. Ya know, the world is full of all kinds of people and I seem to meet the most interesting of the bunch. Lucky me. 🤓 The gentleman with whom I spent the past week was definitely in that group. The healer in me understands why we met. He is a man in crisis although he is unaware. From the anecdotes he shared with me, I believe his past work history (military and law enforcement) and traumatic events in his childhood have severely damaged his world view as well as his psyche. However I also believe he is a kind and loving man because he was able to genuinely able to express those action...

Hello folks and happy Tuesday. Today has been an emotional roller coaster for me. I've cried at least three times today, possibly more. I guess it's just that time of the month. I'm still on my extended visit with my latest suitor and I'm enjoying our time together. We talked about extending my visit indefinitely but I'm thinking tomorrow will be the day to head home. Too much of a good thing is not a good thing, ya know? I also know how I get when my hormones are surging uncontrollably. Not the most pleasant or level-headed-person to be around. And like the old folk say, "Don't overstay your welcome". Toodles for now...

Update: So I'm still awake (barely) in my room at the Hunk's. I've been talking to Baby Bliss and texting with her, my mom, and my sista in Arizona. I assume the Hunk is asleep in his room on the other side of the house. He was tired around 11 p.m. (me too); we said good night in the living room at 11:30. We've had a long day and I think neither of us got much sleep last night although we retired to our separate quarters fairly early. We also got up early. It was six-ish when I heard him moving about. Not wanting to be the bad house guest, I got up soon after. We lounged on the sofa, talked about potential plans for the day and watched the big screen. Finally it was time to get ready so we could head out for breakfast. After breakfast (at Cracker Barrel), we headed back here for a brief sit-down before we headed to the movie theater. We saw " Baby Driver ", a movie that made me gasp, scream, curse, and laugh out loud. It was pretty good though...