It just seems to be that time again, when things are leaving me. My dear friend died. Then a relationship went away. I lost a whole big bunch of money I really wanted to spend another way by crunching my bumper. My parents are fading. My favorite meeting is losing its meeting place. Even little kiddo getting married is a kind of loss. She was so busy with wedding plans, we were unable to do our usual Harry Potter cinema thing. I had to go all alone to see the last movie. And it really is the LAST movie. Tears eluded me until yesterday, after Harry defeated He Who Must Not Be Named. It all hit me at once. So I muddled through this day with a little ache behind my eyebrows and a big one in my heart, knowing it will all work out in the end. I deleted all the spam from The Scooter Store and Cialis (getting old means really interesting spam), worked away on this little pastel, which, once again, I wanted to be abstract but somehow had a mind of its own, and watched some totally unredeeming stuff on TV with a warm puppy on either side of me. Not planning anything very uplifting for the rest of the day, either. It all seems kind of overwhelming at the moment, though I am sure I will be all right. Extra trip to the gym, though, to take care of all those TJ pistachio cookies I consumed in a moment of self-pity. Hey, it beats taking a drink. Or a valium.
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