Sunday, August 12, 2012

This morning it is dark and gray looking outside. It is Sunday. With the windows open and the fresh air coming in, and the blinds lightly swaying, it made me wonder if this is how it is at the seaside. The only thing needed is the sound of water and the reeds rustling and the sea birds, I imagine.  I wonder if I would like living by the sea.  Or even by a large lake like Lake Superior.  I do remember the sound of water lapping against the shore. It can't be much different seaside.
I remember that beautiful cabin we visited years ago. A bay window in the front, which served as the dining room (lovely to look out the window at the lake, and the bird feeders. Sit at the table in the morning with a large cup of coffee). To the side, a living room with an actual pot bellied stove for warmth in the winter.  And a huge back three season porch to watch the deer and the bears and other wild life in the forest beyond. How wonderful to be surrounded by quiet nature.
But that is not my life, only a memory of visiting someone elses life.
My windows look out on the tops of  trees and houses and in the distance, highways. Once I loved this place.  Now it is plagued with bugs and crime and absolutely crazy old people who can't see good in anything except complaining.
I wish for a much simpler life. And more beauty. And more nature. And peace.
See ya.


Saturday, August 11, 2012

Guess I haven't been very inspired, yet. Unlike my cat's blog, this is fairly quiet. Heck, my life is fairly quiet. I really miss Pat and our old adventures. My days were full of laughter.
I know. At least I had them.
But still. Can't I have more laughter and adventure or am I getting too old?
Kinda depressed today.  Haven't been feeling well.  I want to get out of this neighborhood, too.  Now if I could just take the kitchen with me! And they can have the bugs!!
Five years and I still miss the old neighborhood (although not the old apartment--shudder). Oh, let's be honest, I miss the school and the students I worked for more than anything.
But still.  I hate this neighborhood.
I feel so stuck here.
See ya.
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