emmythesquirrel

ASL for good, bad, father, get up and good morning.

today is the warm smell of bread in the kitchen,
and sunshine on the icicles on the clifts.

for the glorious sunshine.
My loving family.
That I had some great times with my Mom before she passed.
That I do what I do.
That I am not afraid to die, not eager to die either.

I have begun slide back into the insomnia issues I once blamed on night shift work.
Hmm, it happens in January and February for the last 4 years. Perhaps it is SADD? I also find myself weepy with labile moods. I awaken with a pounding heart, startle awake often. Perhaps I will look further into this.

this quest will rival the quest for Atlantis.

one thing is killing three goals….sign language….now if I will remember these.

looking at the naked wall.

to look at things in a different way.

I have sucked at doing this.

sign language.

the signs for pain, mother, hunger, what is wrong. Small but a step.

This site as a kind of a journal for now.

SOunds stupid, but it was EXACLTY on time. Not early or a day past the 2nd.

not going very far yet…

cleaned the fridge…...my least favorite thing.

Snow fall.
Snow still on the ground.

a wonderful brother.

The warm soft fur of my Bassett Hound.
Lying in bed for 4 hours when I feel bad.

I don’t know what I ever did to deserve the children I have.
They are amazing creatures who have never given me the nightmarish ordeals I hear others relate. They are good, stay out of trouble, care for others, as a whole are obedient to me.
I think they are good “in spite of me”. Mom often told me her children turned out well in spite of her or reguardless of her mistakes.
I had told my step-dad how amazing I thought my children were and said, “I must have done something right at one point, to be blessed with them”. In our teasing way he replied “Maybe that is God’s way of showing how you SHOULD be.”
I think they are both right.

My son who is growing into a wonderful young man.
His soul is a deep reservoir that others often minimalize.