Kanard

Now we know where to look…thanks! 3 months ago

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How are you? You do too…I remember a hat like that, and a beard…and the sunglasses and all… hmmmm 10 months ago

I want!!!

Must…

:D

I’ll bring something to eat … 10 months ago

I discovered a group near my house which gets together to learn Tango, they offer lessons from the more experienced dancers, and ask only 10 dollars each semester to keep the group going…

Well… um the group is at a college, and the participants are mostly college students, at first they thought I was one of them, but I had to fess up eventually about my oldness, and as I friended them on FB they found out anyhow just looking at my gigantic kids…

I’m much too shy, and getting there alone was always an inner struggle, I had a blast just from the music, and the dancing too of course, but I also felt awkward most of the time.

I dragged my husband to a milonga, and got him interested (um jealous from the dancers who danced with me) ; someone at the milonga told us we should take lessons from professionals instead of the college group.
Mark promised to take me eventually…we will see.

Mean while I’m on pause to keep learning…

I might just go back to the college group until Mark has enough time to go to the lessons with me. 11 months ago

I added a 43rd thing to my list…
I should get back here and write, because I miss you dear people from here, even though I get to stalk lots of you on FB.

I haven’t been Facebooking much either, and I’ve been feeling lonely; somehow that makes me want to withdrawal further and isolate myself, but it is getting me sad.

So hi!!! I’m here!!! I missed you…remember me???? 11 months ago

...kick at the bottom.
The worst is to stay stuck in the middle no bottom in sight.
I’m starting to believe the bipolar diagnose, even though I don’t completely believe in mental disorders as such.
When little thinks start to try to anchor me down, I pause and hope, tug and keep on going. I try dragging those who believe the anchor to be heavier, and pull them with me, but sometimes they just refuse to believe me. If they pulled along, we would move out of there in no time together.
Hope is the last thing to go in my optimistic brain, even if sadness threatens to drawn it. Such an epic chemical war no need for foreign help, chemicals will sort themselves I guess.
I know it is just human to empathize with our friends going trough difficult times, and it is for them we do. What gets me is that I’m not close to them to really make a difference.
Pen Pal for years lost his mom, yes it was written and no shock, but still, I know he is sad and I can’t really do much about it.
My best friend tends to lurk in the shadows, got a brief ray of sunshine, this time the shadows reached out and grabbed him. I don’t understand, he would make a great dad, and his baby on the way just vanished after three months of hope.
I need to refocus on good news and recharge, but right now…I’ll pause.
Hmmm, so much for facebook, 43things keeps on being my dump. 3 years ago

Relish! That reads/looks so yummy!!! 21 months ago

...place…ahhh…or…dumb me haha… 22 months ago

...maybe because I got sleep, or because my house is almost finished getting repaired, or because I’m loved and love so many people…

Also I’m happy I can write in my phone to 43 things …though the page is a little glitchy..haha…it flickers all over the place…. 22 months ago