‘Other than that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?’

(Content Advisory: this describes the acute downturn, the final hour, and peaceful passing of our elderly kitty in my arms; ultimately, no euthanasia) [Monday 26 March 2018, taken from a personal journal entry] Had I begun this entry earlier in the day, I would have talked about how for every yang there is a yin … More ‘Other than that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?’

Mid-November 2017 personal health status update 

You’re not imagining things; this is the first time in a while that I’ve written one of these.  I completely bypassed an end-of-October update.  Convenient for me, as there wasn’t really much to report.  😉 But there is now.  ❤ First things first.  Some of y’all know that my best friend’s mom (who was like … More Mid-November 2017 personal health status update 

Who rescued whom?

(Content Advisory, involving stray kitties that were originally abandoned but never harmed/injured, and ultimately rescued.  This story starts out a little sad, but has an incredibly happy ending!) ❤ Five years ago, around this time of year… The little black and white cat lay stretched out on the pavement outside the door of the Visitor … More Who rescued whom?

Always grieving <3

For the past few years, it seems like I have been in a low-level, almost stealthy state of grief. Sometimes it’s for loved ones, both the 2-legged and 4-legged varieties, who have passed on.  And there are plenty of those.  I’m always amazed when I hear that someone well into adulthood, usually in their 30s … More Always grieving ❤

2016 ~ The year the lightning bolt struck and everything changed…

Susan Miller, over at Astrology Zone (by far the best and most accurate astrologer I’ve ever known), had said early on in 2016 that Virgos could expect to be able to draw a line in the sand between everything that occurred before 2016 and everything that occurred afterward.  Although she didn’t (couldn’t) provide specifics (everyone’s … More 2016 ~ The year the lightning bolt struck and everything changed…

The other shoe falls

Death and I are reaching familiar terms.  (We have not, however, reached any kind of understanding.) Eventually, I’ll be at a social function and catch a glimpse of the black robed figure with a scythe, hanging out in the back corner, waiting. And I’ll totally walk up and blow his cover.  “Yo, Death, who’d you … More The other shoe falls