Repair, restore, rebuild.

             This week marks my ten year blogaversary.  I began here, a decade ago, to make sense of my sister’s death.  As a place for thoughts, feelings, and later, messages.

             It has served that purpose, plus so much more.  I have no plans to stop showing up, whether I have readers or not (although, I truly hope I do).  It’s worth my time to sit down, contemplate, type, and ultimately, share.

             My mother told me once, at a major turning point in her life, that she felt the perfect imagery (she could see it clearly in her mind’s eye), was the slow changing of a page, the folding flip of paper, as it turned over, marking the end of one chapter, beginning of another.

             I feel that now, as we transition into a new week, a new month, a new year, and no doubt, a new decade.  I hear the Universe tell us that this movement, this marking of time is


             The recovery and restoration has begun.  We may now go forward, wounded and wearing our scars proudly.  We may move on to the next chapter, the next path.

            We have learned, we have grown, and we have traveled so very far.  We are always better for surviving.  And if all we did was make it through this particular day, well, that is an accomplishment.  One we won’t diminish.

             Thank you, for taking this trip with me.  I appreciate you, and treasure your presence.


May we all find peace.

May we all heal.






  Yet another word that is not potpourri, and still, means the same thing.  I love dictionary/thesaurus dot com.  Yesterday I witnessed a very amusing argument between a man and a woman.  In a parking lot.  Over a shopping bag.  She was sure it was in the car, he was sure she had forgotten it.  Neither of them LOOKED into the car to see if it was there, they just bickered about it.  I laughed.

  I’ve only seen two foreign plates in the past few days (with the exception of those “regulars” I always see): Colorado, Ohio.

  The greatest ancient duo were meandering down the running path (near the senior place, obviously) as I drove past.  Ancient.  I am telling you.  Of course I thought of me and Daniel in few years.  They were adorable.  And holding hands.

   Rainbow stickers!  I saw one that I must have, but the person who owned the car it was on wasn’t around, so I couldn’t ask where they got it.  It was about the size of an index card, maybe slightly larger and it had black figures over the rainbow background, like kids and dogs and assorted persons.  I really need one of these.

  Also there was a guy standing at a light waiting to cross who distracted me for blocks.  He had Steve Perry hair.  Do you know who I mean?  Remember the lead singer from Journey?  Timothy B Schmit has it too.  (Of course so did Cher.)  I love this hair, just love it.  Well the guy on the corner had it.  And it was glorious.

We watched Julie and Julia last night.  Made me wish there were more than 4 people reading my blog.  (Thank you faithful readers, I know there are more than that, but sometimes I feel as though I am writing to myself.  Which is fine, it’s what I’ve always done.  Just, ya know…)  Great movie, really well done.  Worth renting, or however you acquire movies now.  I am, personally, getting ready to panic because my local stores are slowly disappearing, and no I will NOT get something from a gawdamn red box and no I can NOT make a selection on-line, I must fondle and touch and actually HOLD the freaking videos in my hand.

Note to Tracy, currently the weather in Philadelphia is 83 and cloudy.

Note to Ally, so glad you did jump over there to Han’s blog and toss in your two cents.  Well put, as always.  But I must say, we will need to add sheriffin’ to our list of new words.  That was perfect!